Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIcjfSkxOQD
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."16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFWsLtAk3Nt
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."16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtEniZsglhX
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.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpo1IeVvuAd
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmr16LxUcfZ
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeV803q38xp
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.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlW7Koqameq
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu6bJej6Cwg
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—3…16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQcRygzTTKZ
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpun6rZGotm
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.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHxPq9WDJkx
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ74Oc9HzDnz
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6OTaY144Fp
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.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTIvaClLczm
Fragments of Truth16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNBzOxndfBz
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQLu0Gdf7sN
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmmIM7m3fuy
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5CitKxLEaH
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeE9rz7ltEI
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjxajwZ1fNv
Awakening16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEhukHO0k3s
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.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6vfsEANoCx
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVg4dkpnUzU
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4jyBAYyf9s
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJkSFtCwIKg
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvGaZd1vFEb
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm9gqqtRxFd
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5EZgzV8nA3
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfr10HdJlFF
This wasn't a dream.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmbhYdTcic8
Physical Anomalies16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6iCFvJioyc
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.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD0B1nXl6RR
Residual Phenomena16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBD48IeIEiP
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.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPwYknFmQKz
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡewlM3TcpRz
Residual Signal in the Cross16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlrWEfBkHiV
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtkQH70Dtw0
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJhWIxKE9Sj
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWaLFNauIzo
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmaFxkn16Di
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡayE7wmLgP9
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0m7HZ6GNCa
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWjRuJTxQYD
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ08RLs3GGIv
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgo4QvbwNhD
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZcUu6Dt2iD
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPVaBc0ffCl
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.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCGPW7c17gs
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR8ubDyDzVp
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPLS4ZwDuK5
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMMyBpZZer0
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtvvAjYctEd
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡad75XT8cdu
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDz1bVmoqc8
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqcy5IMoACx
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBCciA1nKlr
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJUMupGr6cD
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSWqS2WYL9w
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:16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0YvHeOkw0v
"If memories repeat, don't resist."16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuWTnpSG7Ot
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLWl7hisLGV
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsv2CX34Z9R
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdeHBnr5zPK
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMcIM3e3qf8
Who am I?16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4GsjER6zft
What am I remembering?16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzc6h486Xvr
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ67AP1iwncf
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxqnpyg2JLg
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkKxpEgjDRY
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZYzryRTHj1
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpZzBwRCYdt
The chip's words echoed:16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5u6QlGipZK
"You must remember everything."16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6vqycudsPo
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKSsIlPZEdW
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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