In 2025 she stands on award stages thanking the “little monsters” while something ancient and starving thanks them through her teeth. They scream louder, feeding it in real time. She can feel it getting heavier, more solid, more her. One day soon the last piece of Stefani will slip all the way down its throat and the world will finally have the perfect idol: beautiful, broken, brilliant, and completely empty. Until then she keeps performing. Keeps bleeding. Keeps smiling that flawless, hungry smile. Because the show must go on. And the monster is always, always watching from the front row wearing her face. @LadyGaga @LittleMonsters