Neither of them seems particularly alarmed, honestly.

In the amber quiet of a living room, a man watches the end of the world flicker on an old television, unbothered, while something vast and unhurried has come to rest beside him. The giant snail carries its spiral cathedral of a shell with the patience of geological time, leaving a glistening trail across the hardwood floor. Two kinds of slowness occupy the room: one chosen, one ancient.

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