When I was a teenager, I wrote a short story. The story was about running away from personal pain and catastrophe. It was about not fearing the unknown (sometimes you should), and ignoring that tiny, spidery voice in the back of your head warning you away from danger..
The story was titled "Mississippi Snowmen". It featured a hapless young man, a broken down car, a kangaroo (I'm Australian), the menace of the nighttime bush, and cosmic horror, in the form of the Mississippi Snowmen.
These creatures may or may not be real....
Three are waiting for you...
https://nftshowroom.com/astrohive/art/astrohive_timelines_mississippi-snowmen