dim-speeding

Updated: May 27, 2025

"Nothing," the Master answered. "Nothing definite." He could, in fact, be sure of nothing. But it seemed to him that, very far below, he could make out something like a swift, liquid blackness, streaked with dim-speeding lines of white that dissolved with phantasmagoric rapidity; a racing flood that roared and set the solid rock a-quiver in its mad tumult.

George Allan England - The Flying Legion