the voice echoed softly, almost accusing."But why do I still feel like two people inside the same body?"7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUQBYwAUzLD
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?7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ9wFRu0Qeh
"I remember your memories," he whispered, fingertips brushing against the cold glass."But they don't belong to me. Not really."7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ8HbD2vnCc
From within, a reply surfaced—not spoken aloud, but felt like an echo threading through his veins.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq6XCW4SJEv
"Then whose life did you live during those 281 days?"7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOofu121dU7
He didn't answer.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ1rpRfwLU7
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.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡipp065LbIw
"Do you remember the rooftop? The rain?"the voice inside pressed."That was my fear. My ending. And now it's become yours."7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJJ9bnqcYC4
He turned away. The room behind him was dim, dust suspended in unmoving air. Nothing had shifted since he woke—yet everything had changed.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdYo2IvF3Vg
"They said integration would bring peace," he muttered."But this… this feels like exile. I can't go back. I can't move forward."7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5nTipwaoTr
"Then choose."7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuzzzuVTTV1
The whisper again. No longer from within—but from just behind. He didn't turn. He knew nothing would be there. And yet—7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdFsjzGkw9y
"Choose who you want to remain."7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMKt93ECen4
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.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5ZDwkGmoPz
"What if I don't want to be either?"he asked the air, voice hoarse.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaCl3FkncD9
"Then become what only you can be—""The memory that survives the collapse."7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHrEiagBDfR
The mirror cracked.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNC32DGB0Gb
Not from pressure, not from sound.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEQzbCXDI8P
From time.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9H2r04oSg7
And as the fracture split his reflection in two, he realized:7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡepbN4dDRfV
They had never truly been separate.And now, they could never truly merge.They would simply continue—7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkK7bU9mmS1
Layered.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg71deoPUrF
Fragmented.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡThbsyDZNAl
Echoing.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXULkwacQsn
"Reflections That Do Not Return"7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhyDY4OLxTP
When the mirror shattered, time fractured with it.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtXUhmHCdb9
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.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8PTHxTzJBn
"Are these… all me?"7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5qV4ZyE0JU
His voice wavered in the still air, unsure whether he was questioning the mirror—or the fractured soul it reflected.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYvokv7sBNv
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.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8yXuKi21aG
"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."7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1XJBaj7mXX
He gazed down at the scattered fragments.Each one led to a future that could never return to the beginning.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3MsYRrXQeB
"And if I choose nothing?" he asked, barely audible.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCA5V5hXPCz
"Then you'll remain trapped here—in this fracture—until the next cycle calls you back."7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu9lL1NAtaB
Silence again.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWqXuBgV0Tu
And then, softly, he said:7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4hiAhlEZUF
"I don't want to wake again—Not if waking means forgetting her."7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYrxJeArAih
The mirror flickered.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqdgnc2qC7u
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."7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmLeTNY72gj
It was her voice—Li An-Qing.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPV0sYrwXuS
It was the eternity hidden within Friday.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5U3Fdsm9QW
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.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKur20Xckkg
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.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8BQef4rEIw
He knelt, picking up the fallen shard.In its surface, memory stirred—not his, but sharp enough to cut.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUmMVtxGtBC
"He said he'd come back… He promised me."7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOSeZKlbRpN
It was Yang An-Ting's voice—young, certain, heartbreakingly full of hope.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgIONq7Y8rN
Another fragment reflected Li An-Qing, standing at the edge of an abandoned railway.A timestamp flickered in her eyes:2025.2.19 // 28:017Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzkFFzx77Kd
She whispered,7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKzJAFMgHUC
"Memory isn't for forgetting. It's for choosing."7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwpqv6VzOJt
Something inside him pulled—gently at first, then with force.A sorrowful gravity.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHgDugHJcPs
The kind that lived in her voice,in her silence,in every name lost to time.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcPP6RVyd1F
"Then how do I choose?" he asked—not to the mirror, but to everything.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdDuOQkWrhl
"Choice," the voice answered from beyond the glass,"isn't an answer. It's a cost."7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzLVNwpbegH
He opened his eyes.The fracture was pushing him toward a precipice—an end written long ago but never read aloud.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfJDKFfXIeA
"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?"7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTUVBp8SxQ3
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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."7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEccWKgMVT3
"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."7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNmjOS8DQpx
He stood between the mirror and the rift,Behind him, the remnants of the past.Before him, an exit with no name.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtcKVZD0O8O
"If I can't be him, and I can't remain only myself… then what's left?"7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2hAUUJY9IV
"Memory,"they said together.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3UjDXpQ3bA
Not a name.Not an identity.But something heavier—something that could pierce through time itself.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDzLLXIWmi0
If names could be forgotten, then let them fade.If identities could collapse, then stop defining them.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvNFBJE2ZGu
"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."7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKPR6jTQzIB
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.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyWccBy9xOu
It was the third route.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD3I3oCsRKf
Not back.Not in circles.But—7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIKDRg6iyG3
Toward a future unnamed.
Penana
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