the voice echoed softly, almost accusing."But why do I still feel like two people inside the same body?"11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZcW6lX8goC
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?11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDk5YTstNTE
"I remember your memories," he whispered, fingertips brushing against the cold glass."But they don't belong to me. Not really."11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡenR5PXOqB1
From within, a reply surfaced—not spoken aloud, but felt like an echo threading through his veins.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq1bMSJo34D
"Then whose life did you live during those 281 days?"11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOrugsooLAC
He didn't answer.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYHUEWyszry
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.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKZ9n3glfs1
"Do you remember the rooftop? The rain?"the voice inside pressed."That was my fear. My ending. And now it's become yours."11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY5X66i2Q0L
He turned away. The room behind him was dim, dust suspended in unmoving air. Nothing had shifted since he woke—yet everything had changed.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv88Fn649hS
"They said integration would bring peace," he muttered."But this… this feels like exile. I can't go back. I can't move forward."11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSm9cmlbZlE
"Then choose."11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLcxl9BPALp
The whisper again. No longer from within—but from just behind. He didn't turn. He knew nothing would be there. And yet—11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj97HJt5RFE
"Choose who you want to remain."11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg9Ier8oQkn
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.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdjyX6z23bC
"What if I don't want to be either?"he asked the air, voice hoarse.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡamXYEijkiO
"Then become what only you can be—""The memory that survives the collapse."11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRy0dtpfSTJ
The mirror cracked.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLu75bYcAku
Not from pressure, not from sound.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMT0Xcqg28M
From time.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvJeihstEnk
And as the fracture split his reflection in two, he realized:11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf3D0JHRkQZ
They had never truly been separate.And now, they could never truly merge.They would simply continue—11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN1TUDv2Hw0
Layered.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5lMfiBxWhd
Fragmented.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjIykseZkdz
Echoing.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg0l2e4g6PG
"Reflections That Do Not Return"11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS2L67CJDNp
When the mirror shattered, time fractured with it.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSK4yKKiN1n
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.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS2Wb9hYXsG
"Are these… all me?"11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1iJdBsN2JU
His voice wavered in the still air, unsure whether he was questioning the mirror—or the fractured soul it reflected.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX6LesOexsK
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.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBHvvehP71s
"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."11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvA4d1wxbi4
He gazed down at the scattered fragments.Each one led to a future that could never return to the beginning.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFLHdbOke6a
"And if I choose nothing?" he asked, barely audible.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkLx91pBZFi
"Then you'll remain trapped here—in this fracture—until the next cycle calls you back."11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN3DhK6cIWs
Silence again.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhEArN1pUQF
And then, softly, he said:11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ89Yky6FI89
"I don't want to wake again—Not if waking means forgetting her."11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXVoQ5jZjVN
The mirror flickered.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWlmX7spMAw
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."11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyWc6LooVY0
It was her voice—Li An-Qing.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR4EDRu2HZv
It was the eternity hidden within Friday.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1uQxZ8hjWj
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.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpgLW9PmaB1
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.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo0AxZLAvJk
He knelt, picking up the fallen shard.In its surface, memory stirred—not his, but sharp enough to cut.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6OGuCC9Nen
"He said he'd come back… He promised me."11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe8NRRRys0O
It was Yang An-Ting's voice—young, certain, heartbreakingly full of hope.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZifSczYY1L
Another fragment reflected Li An-Qing, standing at the edge of an abandoned railway.A timestamp flickered in her eyes:2025.2.19 // 28:0111Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZTeQUUhFRS
She whispered,11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8Vu4PLoLyJ
"Memory isn't for forgetting. It's for choosing."11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxzK7XOo9fA
Something inside him pulled—gently at first, then with force.A sorrowful gravity.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp0CGMscCCX
The kind that lived in her voice,in her silence,in every name lost to time.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu3DGxhJlwr
"Then how do I choose?" he asked—not to the mirror, but to everything.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU2Uh9qw1eG
"Choice," the voice answered from beyond the glass,"isn't an answer. It's a cost."11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcKY1pFiZpV
He opened his eyes.The fracture was pushing him toward a precipice—an end written long ago but never read aloud.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtEC8ZtiZTV
"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?"11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4mKTeZtLXu
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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."11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpnV9musdWw
"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."11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2zGSWPJtjs
He stood between the mirror and the rift,Behind him, the remnants of the past.Before him, an exit with no name.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5xG6W2gsfn
"If I can't be him, and I can't remain only myself… then what's left?"11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9wSEi1ZBem
"Memory,"they said together.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNj9mf22nVx
Not a name.Not an identity.But something heavier—something that could pierce through time itself.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFffpjfOOvP
If names could be forgotten, then let them fade.If identities could collapse, then stop defining them.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0jURSjqwMn
"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."11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYWec1kE2m5
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.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS8xokWhQ7s
It was the third route.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0AooLqL8qz
Not back.Not in circles.But—11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtcuovOnRwI
Toward a future unnamed.
Penana
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