the voice echoed softly, almost accusing."But why do I still feel like two people inside the same body?"156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbLzgDkbNok
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?156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ310h9tQy93
"I remember your memories," he whispered, fingertips brushing against the cold glass."But they don't belong to me. Not really."156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFiGMDRBOWT
From within, a reply surfaced—not spoken aloud, but felt like an echo threading through his veins.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlkERdXNL4f
"Then whose life did you live during those 281 days?"156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMab4ZYuti9
He didn't answer.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv6FC1pl08m
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.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZpBsnZ7Lte
"Do you remember the rooftop? The rain?"the voice inside pressed."That was my fear. My ending. And now it's become yours."156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAMJn5MK9jA
He turned away. The room behind him was dim, dust suspended in unmoving air. Nothing had shifted since he woke—yet everything had changed.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡexw3V20Cki
"They said integration would bring peace," he muttered."But this… this feels like exile. I can't go back. I can't move forward."156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYieQIOEoZn
"Then choose."156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ20auRrgjFI
The whisper again. No longer from within—but from just behind. He didn't turn. He knew nothing would be there. And yet—156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcRRJFP25u2
"Choose who you want to remain."156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuHME6VHbha
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.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaHhlEMCcFz
"What if I don't want to be either?"he asked the air, voice hoarse.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkdUN0C8xuX
"Then become what only you can be—""The memory that survives the collapse."156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgOBRRPN8O2
The mirror cracked.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAe4iE9LoMR
Not from pressure, not from sound.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqS16BFB9Ae
From time.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8JCZRdFj8D
And as the fracture split his reflection in two, he realized:156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEvfVNWB6JD
They had never truly been separate.And now, they could never truly merge.They would simply continue—156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvHZMCq4zKj
Layered.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRA0Uvfp6Ee
Fragmented.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKtZM2abK6A
Echoing.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu56kZ7wNDA
"Reflections That Do Not Return"156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMUfOkb58UG
When the mirror shattered, time fractured with it.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOGLuu8v7Kq
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.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5OV50gvwxM
"Are these… all me?"156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC2CHXMoMwe
His voice wavered in the still air, unsure whether he was questioning the mirror—or the fractured soul it reflected.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBdh8rjshXH
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.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmeQPWJK2ee
"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."156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQFP1cyeuGz
He gazed down at the scattered fragments.Each one led to a future that could never return to the beginning.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRTHzGYPTA8
"And if I choose nothing?" he asked, barely audible.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmlP5gED1Z1
"Then you'll remain trapped here—in this fracture—until the next cycle calls you back."156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMNuZTvMtK2
Silence again.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuaDRT19OnO
And then, softly, he said:156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡumCzGij3I3
"I don't want to wake again—Not if waking means forgetting her."156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfnxNW0XFsm
The mirror flickered.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ7Kckl6Fzz
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."156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNgcUX3ZQv6
It was her voice—Li An-Qing.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡISwdsaGWPy
It was the eternity hidden within Friday.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4j8vdEhSAk
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.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxW4UGcWRsB
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.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCoRhB0JjJy
He knelt, picking up the fallen shard.In its surface, memory stirred—not his, but sharp enough to cut.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjuGFuFekg9
"He said he'd come back… He promised me."156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4e2g8JYNQo
It was Yang An-Ting's voice—young, certain, heartbreakingly full of hope.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBHXHQtKGRr
Another fragment reflected Li An-Qing, standing at the edge of an abandoned railway.A timestamp flickered in her eyes:2025.2.19 // 28:01156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡStfmTHdhgy
She whispered,156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuoPzJon2U1
"Memory isn't for forgetting. It's for choosing."156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfYnO77slJ3
Something inside him pulled—gently at first, then with force.A sorrowful gravity.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUUM1xandLn
The kind that lived in her voice,in her silence,in every name lost to time.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHw0zq4eiQz
"Then how do I choose?" he asked—not to the mirror, but to everything.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh9z3UqUnZV
"Choice," the voice answered from beyond the glass,"isn't an answer. It's a cost."156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9Dalm3Vf6n
He opened his eyes.The fracture was pushing him toward a precipice—an end written long ago but never read aloud.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwQ3lAbWNU6
"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?"156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXTzB0y6M62
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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."156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtf7sXgSWM5
"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."156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvw6SMddwQw
He stood between the mirror and the rift,Behind him, the remnants of the past.Before him, an exit with no name.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ804PVJI8U7
"If I can't be him, and I can't remain only myself… then what's left?"156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcVEVufwtPw
"Memory,"they said together.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5cGXYIf79A
Not a name.Not an identity.But something heavier—something that could pierce through time itself.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpcQRkZUQvs
If names could be forgotten, then let them fade.If identities could collapse, then stop defining them.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmcOxf73owr
"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."156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbwJAuA8Ebj
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.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPmrl2jjrqe
It was the third route.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNffONY1r92
Not back.Not in circles.But—156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7ArY6IjXUE
Toward a future unnamed.
Penana
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