the voice echoed softly, almost accusing."But why do I still feel like two people inside the same body?"163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNKvMuebYTj
The silence that followed was thick, stretched between timelines. Zhang Huan-An—no, Yu Yong-An—stood before the mirror, unsure who exactly was speaking. Himself? A remnant? Or the ghost of a choice never made?163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxRASnfXffY
"I remember your memories," he whispered, fingertips brushing against the cold glass."But they don't belong to me. Not really."163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa27FG7UaLp
From within, a reply surfaced—not spoken aloud, but felt like an echo threading through his veins.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcaccww52E8
"Then whose life did you live during those 281 days?"163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiBIOg0u7pg
He didn't answer.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrOngBb4ejH
His reflection stared back at him—not quite right. The posture was his, the scars too. But the eyes? The eyes held a weight he had never known until that dreamlike season where time broke apart and remade itself.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxCC4zkTsmZ
"Do you remember the rooftop? The rain?"the voice inside pressed."That was my fear. My ending. And now it's become yours."163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyV9jFNgzvx
He turned away. The room behind him was dim, dust suspended in unmoving air. Nothing had shifted since he woke—yet everything had changed.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5O86cuEY1W
"They said integration would bring peace," he muttered."But this… this feels like exile. I can't go back. I can't move forward."163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNhO4VlBdvC
"Then choose."163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQf1uNFAK5P
The whisper again. No longer from within—but from just behind. He didn't turn. He knew nothing would be there. And yet—163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqQZessOGBV
"Choose who you want to remain."163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv0QM40MFvP
He clenched his fists. The names—Zhang Huan-An, Yu Yong-An—lay heavy on his chest like layered truths. Too real to discard. Too overlapping to claim.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡReRSuTIbo3
"What if I don't want to be either?"he asked the air, voice hoarse.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQcfeMVaNLO
"Then become what only you can be—""The memory that survives the collapse."163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4Vo5m5ve3z
The mirror cracked.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4Sbp1K0xkZ
Not from pressure, not from sound.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLQLUrNKR39
From time.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVULtZnqRdz
And as the fracture split his reflection in two, he realized:163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUlHiart3L4
They had never truly been separate.And now, they could never truly merge.They would simply continue—163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXWuZkjsUaX
Layered.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEbmcJMMAWX
Fragmented.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLZ6c09ECuQ
Echoing.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaVWqktIKDx
"Reflections That Do Not Return"163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEXGzEFgSb6
When the mirror shattered, time fractured with it.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEKbCULkoPp
The cracks radiated outward like webbing, each fissure revealing a version of himself—some younger, others older, some cold and unfeeling, others brimming with unshed tears.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIzHFyaJ2Wq
"Are these… all me?"163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7lLSTSiNtf
His voice wavered in the still air, unsure whether he was questioning the mirror—or the fractured soul it reflected.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAmsvtm2PlR
A shard broke loose, falling to the floor with a soft chime. Yet the reflection it cast wasn't of the room he stood in—it was of time:Friday's dusk. Tuesday's echo. The moment the cross appeared. The final turn of her silhouette.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT8w2IgQ7jx
"You're not choosing an identity,"said a voice—feminine, calm, not quite Yang An-Ting, not quite Li An-Qing, but holding the gentleness of both."You're choosing which version of yourself will survive."163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdqcljAB2ZC
He gazed down at the scattered fragments.Each one led to a future that could never return to the beginning.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQagh01lcC6
"And if I choose nothing?" he asked, barely audible.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeBwTsOeRv8
"Then you'll remain trapped here—in this fracture—until the next cycle calls you back."163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEnSDQvUtew
Silence again.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRafQCEpNqw
And then, softly, he said:163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdGghTClboF
"I don't want to wake again—Not if waking means forgetting her."163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFFes3CIEcF
The mirror flickered.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡURChHs1H6u
A memory surfaced, replaying on its own:"You won't remember what I said. But you'll remember that it turned dark… and I didn't leave."163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEOkvwzsU5t
It was her voice—Li An-Qing.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ5bN72UkTf
It was the eternity hidden within Friday.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO3DzrUgbFD
No more ticking clocks.No more voices.Only the sound of breath—and something deeper, like the echo of his own heartbeat splintering through time.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkQNVQvUiTu
A crack ran across the floor, slow but certain, as if time itself was fracturing.One wrong step—and he would fall into a past that no longer wanted him.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRRmyS8Fm12
He knelt, picking up the fallen shard.In its surface, memory stirred—not his, but sharp enough to cut.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJDRbZ4Psnj
"He said he'd come back… He promised me."163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyCb44rcRWO
It was Yang An-Ting's voice—young, certain, heartbreakingly full of hope.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡytceMuwdvt
Another fragment reflected Li An-Qing, standing at the edge of an abandoned railway.A timestamp flickered in her eyes:2025.2.19 // 28:01163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcYsgpj8tXu
She whispered,163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTjc0tF2dXi
"Memory isn't for forgetting. It's for choosing."163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFFaiNxS9Zj
Something inside him pulled—gently at first, then with force.A sorrowful gravity.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5RcXw8vkKM
The kind that lived in her voice,in her silence,in every name lost to time.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaQqXGkx4dV
"Then how do I choose?" he asked—not to the mirror, but to everything.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvX6n6Ns1ht
"Choice," the voice answered from beyond the glass,"isn't an answer. It's a cost."163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaVkyoQlAQA
He opened his eyes.The fracture was pushing him toward a precipice—an end written long ago but never read aloud.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoUToMSsWr8
"You've remembered too much," the voice murmured,"and forgotten more than you know.So now, only one question remains—Who will you stay for?"163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZsPyB2ctvr
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"You've always remembered,"Yang An-Ting's voice was gentle, but unwavering."You just didn't want to admit it."163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0VkkcBZiRX
"And you've never let go,"Li An-Qing's voice followed, soft and clear, like light after rain."Because deep down, you knew—it wasn't yours to end."163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡybJ1nnhvOn
He stood between the mirror and the rift,Behind him, the remnants of the past.Before him, an exit with no name.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC8iEndOyxh
"If I can't be him, and I can't remain only myself… then what's left?"163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfsVMFkpknP
"Memory,"they said together.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY7reNrCNd3
Not a name.Not an identity.But something heavier—something that could pierce through time itself.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO7WdvymtGs
If names could be forgotten, then let them fade.If identities could collapse, then stop defining them.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAdVzoQfNw5
"You don't need a name,"Yang An-Ting whispered."You've already remembered us.""You just need to keep walking,"Li An-Qing followed,"Not for anyone. Not even for yourself."163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsiS6RM4mDH
The rift began to close—not as an end, but as a quiet reconfiguration.The shattered timelines wove into each other, forming a new path—one that required no right or wrong, no labels, no return.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvzwHTDdKwh
It was the third route.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFqoPdg2s6N
Not back.Not in circles.But—163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0I1YSzlggS
Toward a future unnamed.
Penana
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