Flowers

Previously

…The car veered sharply. Penelope cried out, a sharp, involuntary sound of fear. The headlights, which had been cutting through the darkness, suddenly seemed to be pointing at nothing, at the vast, empty expanse of the night sky. There was a sickening lurch, a sensation of falling, and then… nothing. The world dissolved into a deafening roar, a symphony of shattering glass and tearing metal, a violent, terrifying crescendo that swallowed Penelope whole. The stars, which had seemed so distant and beautiful moments before, now felt like they were rushing towards her, a blinding, chaotic onslaught. The night, once filled with promise, had become a gaping maw, ready to consume her whole.