the voice echoed softly, almost accusing."But why do I still feel like two people inside the same body?"58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjQkFZbA4M7
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?58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVEWvPtAdtA
"I remember your memories," he whispered, fingertips brushing against the cold glass."But they don't belong to me. Not really."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXFqmoCMBr2
From within, a reply surfaced—not spoken aloud, but felt like an echo threading through his veins.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiGaETds0Ci
"Then whose life did you live during those 281 days?"58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ4hOnYdCK3
He didn't answer.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX5HJXl5SvE
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.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3totc8hrJ2
"Do you remember the rooftop? The rain?"the voice inside pressed."That was my fear. My ending. And now it's become yours."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM2xcoW7PVb
He turned away. The room behind him was dim, dust suspended in unmoving air. Nothing had shifted since he woke—yet everything had changed.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDeBJObsC81
"They said integration would bring peace," he muttered."But this… this feels like exile. I can't go back. I can't move forward."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8nOrDIXLJ4
"Then choose."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzuldVqrLuI
The whisper again. No longer from within—but from just behind. He didn't turn. He knew nothing would be there. And yet—58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh9BBew9Gr1
"Choose who you want to remain."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMrth5WIezF
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.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAKFbmynSLg
"What if I don't want to be either?"he asked the air, voice hoarse.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLhUO9c341g
"Then become what only you can be—""The memory that survives the collapse."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx4OcuSyylP
The mirror cracked.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY12pkAWD7z
Not from pressure, not from sound.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcc1JkmaQI3
From time.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqjnZNY8iCS
And as the fracture split his reflection in two, he realized:58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLd7kacHqoW
They had never truly been separate.And now, they could never truly merge.They would simply continue—58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL0TN6O0UIW
Layered.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFKaaOMTVEH
Fragmented.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ7WAtz8e4B
Echoing.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9Z78ABYM3Q
"Reflections That Do Not Return"58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhAkkvbeMmy
When the mirror shattered, time fractured with it.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnW1tBi34Nx
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.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbQvi6PejHI
"Are these… all me?"58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhzbZLhfw9N
His voice wavered in the still air, unsure whether he was questioning the mirror—or the fractured soul it reflected.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJmk7empU6H
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.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtaHTV6H4A2
"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."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk2IMb6Qvom
He gazed down at the scattered fragments.Each one led to a future that could never return to the beginning.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY3W13vPVgh
"And if I choose nothing?" he asked, barely audible.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9K58B1LRav
"Then you'll remain trapped here—in this fracture—until the next cycle calls you back."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvSBkFGXKWQ
Silence again.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHXaBGq4SD5
And then, softly, he said:58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr5ycDuuHGN
"I don't want to wake again—Not if waking means forgetting her."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbLM9fvYe1y
The mirror flickered.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm4hOMGOWQP
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."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtqMIhWE03F
It was her voice—Li An-Qing.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKEFYFYlJcg
It was the eternity hidden within Friday.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiYsvFhsqaz
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.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFrnQeZMEWZ
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.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRhAxgEEOYf
He knelt, picking up the fallen shard.In its surface, memory stirred—not his, but sharp enough to cut.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6b3NqwDPiC
"He said he'd come back… He promised me."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0EU6tfaxry
It was Yang An-Ting's voice—young, certain, heartbreakingly full of hope.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPoSyF8bjYO
Another fragment reflected Li An-Qing, standing at the edge of an abandoned railway.A timestamp flickered in her eyes:2025.2.19 // 28:0158Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ46NVGZ1Qsw
She whispered,58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO94sffpvjf
"Memory isn't for forgetting. It's for choosing."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVdDFR7gwqR
Something inside him pulled—gently at first, then with force.A sorrowful gravity.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡud7Q1z87I6
The kind that lived in her voice,in her silence,in every name lost to time.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuFotojp7Th
"Then how do I choose?" he asked—not to the mirror, but to everything.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTJ6pLjCUNF
"Choice," the voice answered from beyond the glass,"isn't an answer. It's a cost."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuryjk0ovn2
He opened his eyes.The fracture was pushing him toward a precipice—an end written long ago but never read aloud.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAefOKGSNVu
"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?"58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlAmApmm4dN
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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."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLEfLYBOzA9
"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."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGB9dTEVoKH
He stood between the mirror and the rift,Behind him, the remnants of the past.Before him, an exit with no name.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9nMBVt8mOj
"If I can't be him, and I can't remain only myself… then what's left?"58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxSv7JoIYSH
"Memory,"they said together.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6H25P051lN
Not a name.Not an identity.But something heavier—something that could pierce through time itself.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDRsM93H2Tb
If names could be forgotten, then let them fade.If identities could collapse, then stop defining them.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjBpoS1dF1S
"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."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcvxrE10bls
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.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8hFkuAPx20
It was the third route.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCcV1jLBLyd
Not back.Not in circles.But—58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhQf8Nulxrz
Toward a future unnamed.
Penana
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