An Empress in sleek leggings and elevated platform shoes stands waiting for the bus, her blonde hair catching the light. A single snail rests directly between her feet — unnoticed, completely defenseless beneath her poised stance. After a moment, she places her foot over it, the sole settling without intention. At first, nothing happens. She remains unaware. Then, under the steady pressure of her platform, it finally gives way — breaking apart beneath her weight. She doesn’t react. She doesn’t look down. To her, it was nothing at all.