Luna‑Marie Shore, sun‑kissed and blissfully unbothered, lounged on the sun‑drenched sand snapping her 47th “beach‑day‑vibesselfie, completely absorbed in choosing between two nearly identical duck‑lip poses. Behind her, meteors screeched across the sky as eight‑limbed, lobster‑red monstrosities skittered across the beach, tearing terrified tourists limb from limb. Luna‑Marie only frowned at her screen, murmuring, “Ugh, everyone’s posting about some invasion aesthetic? So random,before turning her back to the chaos and adjusting her hair so it fell just so for that perfect shot while the universe quietly fell apart around her.