Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvRX6oRAMEV
Wind drifted through the cracks of ruined buildings, gently brushing sand across Yu Yong-An's face. He stood at the edge of District X, a faded, forgotten warning sign swaying in the breeze, its blurred letters barely reading, "Unknown Risk / Do Not Enter."57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEuNtlvnrr6
Beneath his feet, the cracked concrete released twisting trails of dust with each step. District X lay beyond city surveillance, belonging to no administrative area. As Bai Zi-Ming had said—it was a place "that should not exist."57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3o7xXEwq4Q
Yu tightly gripped the cross in his pocket, left behind by Zhang Yi-An and passed by Li An-Qing before her death. Its cold, heavy weight felt as if it would pull him into an unseen abyss.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnxxbQAUPhb
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQd3ox8xwK5
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi5zi9kiXTQ
Walls varied from ancient moss-covered surfaces to unnaturally pristine textures; shadows and cracks clashed as though from different eras. His devices failed—no GPS, no network—only the cross remained, suddenly warm in his palm.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2t0cVml1y0
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3XvcmUEyoY
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—3…57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTPHcYenAn8
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeY9xOIp6Xf
When "1" appeared, silence consumed everything, even the wind vanished. His vision blurred briefly as the surroundings trembled, damaged pipes reformed, glass fragments floated back into place, as though time reversed.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP6GycTOlYY
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbspLkb7bXz
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8eg0LQMqLd
Yu stood motionless, watching. This wasn't an image, but a residual reality. He heard nothing, felt nothing, but knew—this was the truth of that day.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaMdEsl4n6w
Fragments of Truth57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLvtVVDEuqh
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCdtH1V7lYS
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGKppr7Z6Gl
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnHFgnWuRDe
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdZTxtfXEPa
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0zgowz1Rao
Awakening57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVDyQsCE9Jp
Yu Yong-An awoke sharply, lying on a cold, abandoned floor as dusk approached. Uncertain of how long he'd been unconscious, the cross was cold again, the countdown gone—as if nothing had occurred.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRwT6McCzBr
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ1hl0D1rll
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUAefsNAXo6
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeCPvNq6P5H
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWGmWUd229M
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRFvbNulann
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmXjGgwq5Z3
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEI5ZAixRnT
This wasn't a dream.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7opoTs12cV
Physical Anomalies57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPQFrotrkK0
Standing up, his body ached as if torn between dreams and reality. Dizziness forced him to steady himself. Memory fragments overlapped or vanished inexplicably—he knew this phenomenon: memory displacement.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQt2GLb8dfX
Residual Phenomena57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKrAafVP86i
Examining the surroundings, small details revealed anomalies—tiles mysteriously cracked, rust colored differently across timelines. Near a window, reflections briefly showed Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfeo1zxcb2B
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡArusGAvVQc
Residual Signal in the Cross57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdPdHRWyZyp
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGYorBKjac9
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuQefqlGF8Z
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNvVD0uqDZd
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPZaSu2vufV
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzj3wgAY2LP
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYVxuwSXEEW
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGSYUil2Hqs
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgO9Rfz3cOG
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlll4TSWdBs
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYSNJkWa4ZL
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXY7W19kAaz
District X faded behind him, a silent shadow extending deeper through temporal fissures. Yu's steps were steady yet heavier. He carried only the cross, chip, and memories foreign to his past.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8LhjhyXzXs
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaPDpxVtLKV
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ46oBHxG1El
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv0mOCfLweR
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw746stUtkv
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnskv0SWjDZ
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7UjZp6ROBV
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw7ARbFLwbe
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtCGQcsFMsM
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY2sVezItXW
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNypPibv58D
After pondering all night, Yu concluded "Reverse Axis" could mean reversed temporal coordinates or forced identity replacement.
As dusk descended in utter silence, a forgotten audio recorder beneath the railway began to activate.
It was an old recording, long since converted into a digital wave format. But one fragment remained intact—perfectly preserved:
"I'm not you. But I know who you are."
At that exact moment, a crystal buried under the rail began to glow faintly. Its spiral light pattern didn't conform to anything known in this world.
An unexpected signal.A voice without a source.And a scene that shattered the moment the audio stopped playing.
As though, in another time and another self, someone was softly saying:
"There is still another you, already walking this path.
He noted:57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw4D9djPNNF
"If memories repeat, don't resist."57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm8KLdYvFTc
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO1CgLgE0mG
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaSPgQymUen
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl5eFVfXIrq
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡasvy6gkEf4
Who am I?57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu7lRLuD6yB
What am I remembering?57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh0RXqe7Vgq
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX8tOVC3BEV
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRN4q4Y8Uoi
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrwAjoxmCIL
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡneJWBlPKq8
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGvO0FCX7YA
The chip's words echoed:57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6AErM5wya5
"You must remember everything."57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYop2rDgl9V
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ67m93XWwsS
This time, he was ready.
January 1, 2027 (Friday)
At that moment, all the light rain stopped.
Raindrops hung frozen in midair. Light stood still, suspended in vertical silence.
Local time-space coordinates had ceased functioning. Every visible display read the same line:
2027.01.01 // 00:00:00
The timestamp appeared across mirrors, skylights, phone screens.In several places, people stood immobile.In others—they were simply gone.
But one figure remained.He stood before a mirror.And in his eyes, that same timecode appeared:
00:00:00
It was you.
A silver arc of time suddenly unfolded before them.
Li An-Qing stood at the edge of that unstable rail. Her eyes no longer seemed like physical organs but flickered like layered code—scrolling between systems, ages, and archives.
"Do you still remember me?"
There was no space between them, and yet, they could not reach each other.
"When he discovered Reverse Axis, did he still remember you—the version of you that looked into his eyes?"
Yang An-Ting took a step forward.That single step lit up the edge of time.
Li An-Qing's outline blurred and bent. She became a prism of overlapping timelines, her presence glitching softly like corrupted memory.
"But you're still here."
"And I still remember you."
"Then that's enough."
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