Pilcrow & The Asterism

A webcomic about the unsettling corridors of a manor where cosmic enigmas and mundane musings collide.

Pondering the mysteries of the universe is a piece of cake. Or toast. Maybe. Actually... what's cake?

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8: Toast Protocol - October 4, 2023 (W)

Panel 1

[As a sea of black feathers, Pilcrow is again pondering.]

Pilcrow: "In the eons that twist and wind through the nebulous tapestry of existence, I have deciphered the secrets that dare to dance on the precipice of reason, and yet this riddle vexes me..."

Panel 2a

[The Asterism, composed of three gleaming stars arranged in a triangle, is in view.]

The Asterism: "Pilcrow! Speak to me of your latest ontological quandaries!"

Panel 2b

Pilcrow: "Ah, the Asterism! I've been delving into the arcane tomes of the Pre-chroniclers of Y'lgarnoth. They posed a conundrum that befuddles even my most cryptic consciousness:

Panel 3a

Pilcrow: "If all of reality is but a fleeting whim, why then does toast invariably land butter side down?"

Panel 3b

The Asterism (bewildered): "What... what is... toast?"

Panel 3c

Pilcrow: "..."

Panel 4a

[Pilcrow and the Asterism stand silently in the kitchen, confused. They are in their anthropomorphic forms, with Pilcrow with a crow's head and in a mustard-colored suit with a red tie. The Asterism is a three-eyed flamingo in a teal suit.]

Panel 4b

Pilcrow: "I, uh, I'm not sure. A fruit, I think?

The Asterism: "Perhaps more delving is in order."