Perhaps the only purpose of the invasion was this: to remind us that some things are worth surrendering to. That resistance is not always strength. That the most powerful force in the universe is not a bomb or a virus or a black hole.
You didn’t fight a Puffball. You adopted it. Cute Invaders
Factories shut down not because of strikes, but because workers kept bringing their Puffballs to the assembly line, and productivity ground to a halt as people stopped to watch the creatures chase laser pointers across conveyor belts. Governments convened emergency sessions, but the representatives couldn’t focus—their own Puffballs were sleeping on the tables, curled into perfect, breathing spheres. Perhaps the only purpose of the invasion was
It blinked.