Someone added to my thing. The "from your future self" was not me! Thine father. Eventually there will be a plague of us. We will be the Cosmopolininjaturtles. ~ Love, Dad a.k.a. you. n_n
We are amidst strange beings, in a strange land. The flow of time itself is convoluted, with Cosmopoliturtles centuries old phasing in and out. The very fabric wavers, and relations shift and obscure.