The spiral of time
Time. The definition of time has been constant for decades. That slow moving arrow that leads to another and it never really ends, it's an infinite rotation that sometimes makes you lose your mind."What year is it?" I ask not removing my eyes off of him.He points to the newspaper "It's 1840?" I take a step back from the man trying to gather my thoughts, l can feel the news paper slip out of my hands as black spots cover my vision and I hit the floor. The last thing I can process is the man's voice screaming for help and then it all goes dark. Story cover by @-acethespace…