Joy Senn

The world’s pretty much falling apart—pollution’s everywhere, society’s basically lost its mind, and people are just sort of shuffling through life, heads down, eyes glued to whatever numbs them best. Out of nowhere, some spiritual being decides, “You know what? I’m coming down there to see what the heck’s actually going on.” That’s the setup. So, this divine visitor lands in New Mexico, not with angel wings or a golden halo, but just... there, in human form. She walks among everyday folks—people who’ve lost hope, who are struggling, who can’t quite figure out why the world feels so heavy—and she starts poking around in their lives. The story zips between these ordinary people: a single mom dealing with a mountain of issues, a guy who’s doing all the wrong things and can’t seem to stop, and a bunch of others who are just trying to survive the chaos. The visitor? She’s not there to judge, just trying to nudge folks back toward some sort of meaning. It gets weird, sometimes even trippy, as she points out all the ways people are missing the point—obsessed with stuff that doesn’t matter, ignoring the stuff that does. There’s a bit of sci-fi, sure, but it’s mostly about people: their choices, their regrets, and whether anyone can really get their act together before it’s too late. By the end, you’re left wondering if anybody, even a higher power, can make a dent in how lost humanity’s gotten. It’s messy, a little bleak, but there’s this stubborn thread of hope running through it—like, maybe we’re not totally doomed.