An Empress with curly hair, dressed in loose jeans and white sneakers, waits calmly at the bus stop, unaware of the snail resting just behind her heel. She takes a single step back — and her sole comes down fully, crushing it completely beneath the flat tread of her sneaker. She feels it instantly and looks down. What remains is a faint, broken mixture pressed into the pavement. After a brief glance, she lifts her gaze again and continues waiting, composed and unaffected.