And eventually Past Marigold will find herself wondering why she is think about herself, then realizing that such a justification is unneeded cause she’s peefect:-D.
Wait, did past and future Marigold switch sides? Future had been on the left, but in the last panel she seems to be on the right. It’s a bit confusing.
Aah, so this is how unicorns can time travel without creating paradoxes. They inevitably find themselves, admire themselves for a while, and in their own self-admiration, forget to do/remember anything else about the encounter. Time is just another reflective surface to lose one’s self in.
Averagemoe over 3 years ago
I remember a long time ago, a very scary lady threw me against a wall and told me to always carry a spare.
codycab over 3 years ago
The human child has a name you know.
Antiyonder over 3 years ago
And eventually Past Marigold will find herself wondering why she is think about herself, then realizing that such a justification is unneeded cause she’s peefect:-D.
LesliePiper4 over 3 years ago
Ah, to be Wise and Beautiful.
iggyman over 3 years ago
A little narcissistic aren’t we?
Aladar30 Premium Member over 3 years ago
This is a bit disturbing…
Raincloudboom over 3 years ago
Wait, did past and future Marigold switch sides? Future had been on the left, but in the last panel she seems to be on the right. It’s a bit confusing.
RonnieAThompson Premium Member over 3 years ago
In P1 and P2, Future Me is on the left. In P4, Future Me is on the right. Anyone else notice that?
scyphi26 over 3 years ago
So…basically, the whole deal with Marigold wanting to meet her past self was mostly just so to ensure causality’s preserved. Got it.
Decepticomic over 3 years ago
Good thing that past Marigold didn’t refer to future Marigold as “Older Me”. Those horns can be dangerous.
MirelLeLian over 3 years ago
Aah, so this is how unicorns can time travel without creating paradoxes. They inevitably find themselves, admire themselves for a while, and in their own self-admiration, forget to do/remember anything else about the encounter. Time is just another reflective surface to lose one’s self in.