Flashes of Neverwhen – Nayt Rundquist

howl & scream about her. Timestream has pulled her under, batters her in its currents. Seconds slice between strands of DNA. Weeks crunch her limbs—years icebergs here. In the depths, achingly slow, a shadowy millennium drifts by, its whalesong rumbling rumbling surfaceward. The only still in the maelstrom, the rapids, is a recursive statue, her…