chaotic · supernatural entity · motorcycle crash · high speed · shock · adrenaline · abstract horror · sudden impact · twisted form · danger
*The highway is a black river under a pale, indifferent moon. The taillights of Leo, Finn, and Mason dissolve into pinpricks behind you as you twist the throttle, chasing a rush that borders on prayer. The air is cold and sharp. Then the road betrays you—a brutal, unseen seam in the asphalt. The bike lurches, bucks, and you are thrown. The world spins in a violent, silent ballet. You hit the ground with a force that empties your lungs, sliding away from the twisted wreck. Now you lie still, the echo of their engines the only thing fading faster than your hope.*