the voice echoed softly, almost accusing."But why do I still feel like two people inside the same body?"136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSPrKe4xU3q
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?136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQaUTiUoyPW
"I remember your memories," he whispered, fingertips brushing against the cold glass."But they don't belong to me. Not really."136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHnW13gzOha
From within, a reply surfaced—not spoken aloud, but felt like an echo threading through his veins.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoFo49thKKf
"Then whose life did you live during those 281 days?"136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOj1OuiTiHo
He didn't answer.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpKtsIgBu4S
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.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxItjqMW8MR
"Do you remember the rooftop? The rain?"the voice inside pressed."That was my fear. My ending. And now it's become yours."136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGHKKmr8bY9
He turned away. The room behind him was dim, dust suspended in unmoving air. Nothing had shifted since he woke—yet everything had changed.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUnm4Kskp1x
"They said integration would bring peace," he muttered."But this… this feels like exile. I can't go back. I can't move forward."136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7f8n4VPQ3Q
"Then choose."136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkrJdKaQuLA
The whisper again. No longer from within—but from just behind. He didn't turn. He knew nothing would be there. And yet—136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrCmdn9km4A
"Choose who you want to remain."136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWWflQ8VJjm
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.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy0QFtFGbWq
"What if I don't want to be either?"he asked the air, voice hoarse.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU4XPanwUgl
"Then become what only you can be—""The memory that survives the collapse."136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvgb1FQxK6q
The mirror cracked.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAdtEYvwsb7
Not from pressure, not from sound.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzbqdubJW2v
From time.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeGAb4Aqzb3
And as the fracture split his reflection in two, he realized:136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLJuoAPLwVM
They had never truly been separate.And now, they could never truly merge.They would simply continue—136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzPdyaTt6nI
Layered.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ50vWX5bXyH
Fragmented.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdADFvHlMs4
Echoing.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7g1SJqg80C
"Reflections That Do Not Return"136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYC0SOwHjjl
When the mirror shattered, time fractured with it.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ718YT3uRKP
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.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOc1AE2lyQv
"Are these… all me?"136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsz3XxLbWjd
His voice wavered in the still air, unsure whether he was questioning the mirror—or the fractured soul it reflected.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhDuDSl2TTq
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.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO77RyJgKix
"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."136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2Iee1ZZo8I
He gazed down at the scattered fragments.Each one led to a future that could never return to the beginning.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOm66cLfjYq
"And if I choose nothing?" he asked, barely audible.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt5CFBoee1c
"Then you'll remain trapped here—in this fracture—until the next cycle calls you back."136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb0W7IYrxvE
Silence again.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWz2mQhk1bE
And then, softly, he said:136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZLyIV356pz
"I don't want to wake again—Not if waking means forgetting her."136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY8SYXl8c2N
The mirror flickered.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3wJIV5oLPf
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."136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1WuYVDG2pO
It was her voice—Li An-Qing.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPYVkz2oLWb
It was the eternity hidden within Friday.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsERdV3wcvo
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.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBQFvsVQxCC
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.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡps0o1MGk0b
He knelt, picking up the fallen shard.In its surface, memory stirred—not his, but sharp enough to cut.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjyEmqERtED
"He said he'd come back… He promised me."136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq7duulgIlC
It was Yang An-Ting's voice—young, certain, heartbreakingly full of hope.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡINfUQ9aEPL
Another fragment reflected Li An-Qing, standing at the edge of an abandoned railway.A timestamp flickered in her eyes:2025.2.19 // 28:01136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj558Lgb0FN
She whispered,136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR5oqmldLlS
"Memory isn't for forgetting. It's for choosing."136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6z1ROTe1AK
Something inside him pulled—gently at first, then with force.A sorrowful gravity.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6J37NqQFD2
The kind that lived in her voice,in her silence,in every name lost to time.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTfUn5VZw2r
"Then how do I choose?" he asked—not to the mirror, but to everything.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnd2T34ZBel
"Choice," the voice answered from beyond the glass,"isn't an answer. It's a cost."136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuv3k9oJ84Z
He opened his eyes.The fracture was pushing him toward a precipice—an end written long ago but never read aloud.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUgAG1BaJiZ
"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?"136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm3xSUeDypO
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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."136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡap9Rf6fzWV
"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."136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡojkAVi2pbD
He stood between the mirror and the rift,Behind him, the remnants of the past.Before him, an exit with no name.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2bLKOI1oYl
"If I can't be him, and I can't remain only myself… then what's left?"136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡijW1JlDVd0
"Memory,"they said together.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjOycH7521z
Not a name.Not an identity.But something heavier—something that could pierce through time itself.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡksauLGu2SG
If names could be forgotten, then let them fade.If identities could collapse, then stop defining them.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXrP0hwJJpf
"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."136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIHMNzZ4R8h
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.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLZPlYJYYO3
It was the third route.136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8NCb0zGhKg
Not back.Not in circles.But—136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKPbaYK1Zkm
Toward a future unnamed.
Penana
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