Ponies always look at themselves, rarely knowing everything that leads them through time to one moment. Every path has separate paths if you can go back in time. But can one fully deal with the troubles these bring? Not everypony can, and that is where pain and despair grow.

Though there is no direct blood or sex, it's rated M for very touchy subjects.
That will be updated as the story goes.

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Warning, some contents may not pretty so proceed with the utmost caution. It starts in chapter 3.

I'll be your narrator for this story. This art belongs to LieutenantKyohei on deviantArt.