Day 510

She hadn't been driving her car for about 6 hours according to the clock.
Back at Junction 56 it veered off the roundabout and she hadn't been able to stop it yet.
It seemed to be heading for the coast but she'd never been down this particular road before.
There were fields of blue flowers as far as her eyes could see, the largest she'd ever seen.

In the distance she saw green coming up, a forest of some kind and she was heading right to it.
The strangest thing was that the trees only continued to grow as she approached, they blotted
out the sun while she was still miles from them.
By the time the car drove through the narrow forest pathway the sky was only visible in patches.

She fell asleep to the view of tree trunks as thick as houses zipping past and was rudely jolted
awake as the car swerved in a sharp u-turn, slamming sideways into a wooden wall.
Smoke poured out of the crumpled bonnet as she struggled to escape her seatbelt.
Resorting to breaking her window as the locks refused to open she tumbled out.

She managed to stumble onto the moss coated floor, nearly falling down a sharp embankment.
Gripping the nearest trunk as hard as she could she pulled herself upright and fell to the floor.
Looking around she found herself somehow on an island of moss, surrounded by other similar
looking islands and all separated by autumnal leaves that seemed to be... flowing?

Yes they were definitely moving much like water does, swirling and rustling gently.
She crept closer to the island's edge, now eager to get a better look at this leaf-water wonder.
The "stream" of leaves drew nearer as she half dragged herself towards it, halting though as
a strange low bellowing kind of sound met her ears.

It reminded her of a donkey but so much deeper and so very nearby.
Glancing around all she spotted were twigs that looked like... antlers?
As they drifted closer she saw they were antlers, twelve pronged and faintly green.
They had a leaf-like texture to them - even peeling in some places.

She reached out to touch them as they came past only for the creature below to rear its head up.
It went to bite her, teeth the size of her palm just missing as she fell back and scrambled away.
What looked to be some kind of vine-entwined stag, rotting and reborn as plant.
It's eyes were fixed on her, one glazed and mottled grey, the other a mass of writhing green tendrils.

It stayed beside her a while longer, panting heavily as it fought against the current.
After a few short moments its' head fell forward with a low cry and it was swept away once more.
Her gaze followed the sight of those majestic antlers until they went completely under.
The only sounds from then on were the rustle-gurgling of the leaves and her plaintive cries for help.