//------------------------------//
// The Late Twilight Sparkle 
// Story: Counterclockwise 
// by AdrianJNovelle 
//------------------------------//

	The year 1,849,500, and I was still going strong, apparently. The good news is that since, according to the librarian, I wasn't even in Equestria anymore, I had no fear about running into myself. Oh, the consequences of that occurrence would be tremendously devastating! There is no doubt in my mind that one glance, I would not recognize myself. I am a pretty attractive and well-known unicorn.
Speaking of which, if my conversation with her was cognitive, I would know the exact year of my death by the shrine. So I casually returned within sight of the Library, and immediately jumped ahead another decade (1,849,510) to see if anything changed (and also to avoid further contact with the librarian). Nothing changed. 
That's odd I said to myself. 
I kept jumping decade by decade for another five minutes, expecting to see a shrine in my honor. But none came.
1,849,520...1,849,530...1,849,540...1,849,550.
And still, the Library looked no different. So, I figured I accelerate my search.
1,849,550...1,849,560...1,849,570...1,849,580.
I took another peak inside the Library; it was unoccupied. In fact, it was completely barren. Empty. Hollow. 
Still no shrine. I did the math in my head. I'm three hundred and twenty-nine years old. That...that couldn't be right. So, what else to do than to speed up my search? Back to the future I went.
1,849,580...1,849,600...1,849,700...1,849,800.
I knew I would be dead now. There is no way I could possibly still be living, right? Wrong. The Library was still vacant as ever, but it was no shrine. Maybe the librarian I talked to forgot? Nah, that couldn't be it: she's probably long gone anyway, but even if she weren't, I'm Twilight Sparkle: I doubt Equestria could ever forget about me. Maybe I just hadn't gone far enough.
1,849,800...1,850,000...1,850,200...
There was the shrine. 
The Library was converted into a shiny palacial sanctuary. Everything was made of linoleum and shimmered like Rarity's eyes did whenever she cried. Everything sparkled and illuminated a powerful aura of peace. 
Yup, I was finally dead. 
Good thing, too, because I was starting to feel tired of casting so many time-travel spells.
I entered the empty building. Immediately greeting me was a large, golden statue of me. There was my same mane, my same coat, my same cutie mark, my same giant eyes, my same perky ears, my same horn. It was definitely me, just bigger in proportion. 
I looked down to the plaque, which revealed the answer to my concern of how it took so long for me to die. It read:

TWILIGHT ACORNA SPARKLE
1,849,251 - 1,850,127 (Age 876)
Loving wife and mother, who shall always be remembered


That was a long time. How in Equestria did I live that long? 
So many questions...and I would say so little time, but, I must be frank about the situation: as a temporal phenomenon, I had as much time as I wanted...assuming I could keep casting time-travel spells.
But I wondered: how did I live so long if that me didn't travel through time? 
Clearly, going forward through time was no longer an option. In fact, my temporal palette stopped at the year 1,850,127. The only way for me to find out would be to explore the eight hundred and seventy-six years of my life. 
So, Dr. Zimmermare...that's where I went.