Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGNl0qgBmsr
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."20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvannV8ZqSv
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."20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnKSihmIlYp
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.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTu4bEQJZ1C
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4eyLPQITGA
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLGMTOuUG1i
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.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2feib66RAs
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZiOKtWTFIU
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—3…20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFjnlYneTxZ
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡukEpBYRPYp
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.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa0buejif7q
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI9DL8ebeTA
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYflti7PpMm
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.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzaSiJTzxhY
Fragments of Truth20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVOFrBqqwRx
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOgnpOKLGs3
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXjfsyFN3uz
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxnAAoytm9N
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZUwJJzaY6Y
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBQFblKqpGu
Awakening20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7e0hW7kc9G
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.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHEY2TEw8E9
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4gKev9Qlg9
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7OV79hsIki
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNtviK5XUPp
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQcmnRXFK3d
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsPWCfB2OmU
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0DvMNCyPe2
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbfWYSUHxzw
This wasn't a dream.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLZp6PIXDB8
Physical Anomalies20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPaBuKoX1Na
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.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ98nmIARMyl
Residual Phenomena20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0RA0W8AaBH
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.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUzLozSjw6T
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu2fYnifk7U
Residual Signal in the Cross20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5sLybKazxQ
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhPuigmQRHO
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkF14SlG7Vy
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg1B0bt2wVk
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE00l5ThQdK
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJswhgza99P
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUNzqOONmY7
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOGKOlAYe1m
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbA9plIdGlr
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrPBQOngiBv
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzGugdM2TWg
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvVrdBZBPGn
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.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu6uisPBqO2
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB6QQ0bdOPy
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLKsoIOEpwK
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoA9RRWyZeH
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPMysbGvEIo
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDnXJYwoyW5
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN6AJEm4fEk
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfR2Em4cUla
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwC9lEMXFXG
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNJyegnehr4
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT07DFeYxHB
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:20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBN1diu2n8I
"If memories repeat, don't resist."20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbC5QA0V1EA
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo4KKMgbSOa
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0Z06m8Rgym
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeyMe0pZiex
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzOgclXfSz5
Who am I?20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0kcSJSHjFC
What am I remembering?20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2wa7GVADGM
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwWRNKolNBW
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiLWQsC9d1H
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz1vHstsTCw
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrLVx83ZE9p
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡatEWNrw8gv
The chip's words echoed:20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfbKOZSyTAm
"You must remember everything."20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJKpjroCZDU
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVrHSGmOGSl
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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