the voice echoed softly, almost accusing."But why do I still feel like two people inside the same body?"133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfQbfqR0nHY
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?133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRRNsYNZZOx
"I remember your memories," he whispered, fingertips brushing against the cold glass."But they don't belong to me. Not really."133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9ebb8BJkjm
From within, a reply surfaced—not spoken aloud, but felt like an echo threading through his veins.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy6NO1cFwxr
"Then whose life did you live during those 281 days?"133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0kxqd1QhuO
He didn't answer.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0sgTH5sRks
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.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ5j3mUvVIo
"Do you remember the rooftop? The rain?"the voice inside pressed."That was my fear. My ending. And now it's become yours."133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9DJvWsJCZ0
He turned away. The room behind him was dim, dust suspended in unmoving air. Nothing had shifted since he woke—yet everything had changed.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDWI3sJzfxp
"They said integration would bring peace," he muttered."But this… this feels like exile. I can't go back. I can't move forward."133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOljkMrRmAb
"Then choose."133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUgViroMIwS
The whisper again. No longer from within—but from just behind. He didn't turn. He knew nothing would be there. And yet—133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4Y9UhVVgr2
"Choose who you want to remain."133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvsSgAKcaHs
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.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡARRUhpOpxU
"What if I don't want to be either?"he asked the air, voice hoarse.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMeYoXKjtH3
"Then become what only you can be—""The memory that survives the collapse."133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGCGrdvKBSD
The mirror cracked.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnRhZySfNfE
Not from pressure, not from sound.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoRDKlX27EJ
From time.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5LOzg5jAAG
And as the fracture split his reflection in two, he realized:133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3MzxUl0dZs
They had never truly been separate.And now, they could never truly merge.They would simply continue—133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAMa8Fk9DJJ
Layered.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkEoWZZYfaU
Fragmented.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvqXOGlYDWo
Echoing.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmq70e0S0Hs
"Reflections That Do Not Return"133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1BfsCggXsk
When the mirror shattered, time fractured with it.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIzYPriGP7L
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.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXKrMlXr346
"Are these… all me?"133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKLcfhWFmZi
His voice wavered in the still air, unsure whether he was questioning the mirror—or the fractured soul it reflected.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1VHwOL6ZJg
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.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzwYee8VExg
"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."133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8Q8oAhJx7M
He gazed down at the scattered fragments.Each one led to a future that could never return to the beginning.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV7mVFQnvbs
"And if I choose nothing?" he asked, barely audible.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiw6ceOGlcX
"Then you'll remain trapped here—in this fracture—until the next cycle calls you back."133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGcwMUZkDvy
Silence again.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx9ZDHkKKco
And then, softly, he said:133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb3yDCxSntp
"I don't want to wake again—Not if waking means forgetting her."133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡosQQdNh72i
The mirror flickered.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKNZu7TUMP9
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."133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcuoek3YpGz
It was her voice—Li An-Qing.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkRMOSxh1cN
It was the eternity hidden within Friday.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTyD2VS8MwK
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.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM2sSyKEC49
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.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj2qMOvUBEN
He knelt, picking up the fallen shard.In its surface, memory stirred—not his, but sharp enough to cut.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGDXelrWf26
"He said he'd come back… He promised me."133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwWOceyAia0
It was Yang An-Ting's voice—young, certain, heartbreakingly full of hope.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE0ZtqUQQ3t
Another fragment reflected Li An-Qing, standing at the edge of an abandoned railway.A timestamp flickered in her eyes:2025.2.19 // 28:01133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFxAl4Jvt8J
She whispered,133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmUH8d6CWTH
"Memory isn't for forgetting. It's for choosing."133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD8mc6TOOCL
Something inside him pulled—gently at first, then with force.A sorrowful gravity.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTBoPGDgCI6
The kind that lived in her voice,in her silence,in every name lost to time.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4iO5UGXyP2
"Then how do I choose?" he asked—not to the mirror, but to everything.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuw9JTZIYVI
"Choice," the voice answered from beyond the glass,"isn't an answer. It's a cost."133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvnePXcK0nF
He opened his eyes.The fracture was pushing him toward a precipice—an end written long ago but never read aloud.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJeSGXssdQi
"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?"133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqdLvKofdHX
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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."133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQpGxlk0tNR
"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."133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6sYi7eab4o
He stood between the mirror and the rift,Behind him, the remnants of the past.Before him, an exit with no name.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh0r3ajByed
"If I can't be him, and I can't remain only myself… then what's left?"133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlNAYOkMmf1
"Memory,"they said together.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdiCURUWxWe
Not a name.Not an identity.But something heavier—something that could pierce through time itself.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9Ikd7IrnvH
If names could be forgotten, then let them fade.If identities could collapse, then stop defining them.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeswL4Bk2Mg
"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."133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3VAkuMcbJJ
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.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg71VrhsnBt
It was the third route.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNDfA4JvFvw
Not back.Not in circles.But—133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjUt3T4ED4L
Toward a future unnamed.
Penana
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