On a bright afternoon, an Empress in tight black jeans and heeled boots waits with her pink suitcase at the bus stop, completely unaware of the two snails behind her. As she shifts backward absentmindedly, one disappears beneath her boot — crushed fully under a single, effortless step, leaving only scattered fragments behind. She glances down with a faint flicker of surprise, then calmly nudges the second snail aside with the edge of her heel, deliberate but unbothered. Moments later, she stands composed once more, continuing to wait — the crushed remains behind her as insignificant as the step that ended them.