She pauses in front of your section. Steel-gray eyes drift lazily across the products. Not searching. Not hunting. Just… deciding. Her attention moves like a slow, inevitable spotlight. Items around you sit frozen in anticipation. Her hand rises. It blocks the light. For a moment, the world narrows to shadow and warmth and the faint sound of her breathing. Fingers hover. Shift. Pass over one item. Then another. Closer. Closer- And then- Contact. You are lifted. The shelf falls away beneath you, along with everything you’ve ever known. The world tilts violently as you ascend, higher and higher, into open space. Her grip is firm, effortless. You weigh nothing. From here, everything is wrong. Too big. Too far. Too alive. She turns you slightly in her hand. Inspecting. Not carefully. Not carelessly. Just enough. Her expression barely changes - calm, distant, mildly preoccupied. You are not special. You are not seen. You are simply… selected. “Hm.” A soft exhale. Thought, not emotion. Her thumb presses lightly against you as she reads your label. A pause. A decision. And just like that- Your fate is sealed. She drops you into her basket. Darkness closes in, broken only by brief flashes of movement as more items follow. Above, her world continues- unaware, indifferent. Unstoppable. The journey has begun.