An Empress in black leggings and striking boots stands waiting at the bus stop, unaware of the snail positioned directly beneath the center of her sole. She shifts in place, her movements close — yet it remains untouched for a moment longer. Then her boot comes down cleanly over it. One natural step, and the snail breaks apart completely beneath the weight. She lightly drags her sole against the ground, not even glancing down. When she stands still again, only the crushed remains are left behind.