Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhZB2oz6VvA
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."19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxH3qhkDehH
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."19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD7xhObDrDb
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.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2YxGDj3hGr
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXrGg8ohUOL
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGIXdomlx8B
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.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoqpQVbABFj
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFmOVy5TGOr
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—3…19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV79HEJrbt1
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfSLOWZttaH
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.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV6Epvye3gD
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyFN4cMkEsq
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6eghNhraN0
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.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5mKdGeoZiR
Fragments of Truth19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhnIqPc3DtB
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBYzP3CKNht
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr8JNtUYVTx
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJn5CUHFGIh
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6D06CTLrqw
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3s1zRkjjpr
Awakening19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ1TVSIYGPc
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.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgoRIRaG57W
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn62PZgXNoq
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYnYuSmKXIg
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHBqEZljFpr
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbVEnwvpb9s
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCewJ8ZvpQN
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBlsFC9h2wM
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYofzPjUhVx
This wasn't a dream.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIFGi2HuGxK
Physical Anomalies19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7pOjI20upz
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.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrOCbw3wamV
Residual Phenomena19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUGdkhK8aiZ
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.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO2JQ9JUzjI
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ95bbj3KHHZ
Residual Signal in the Cross19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4jelNDeuIB
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXJ3Hufzdc2
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5QFG1dpp60
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9bkuQjUrsB
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxVGDrm0Qc6
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPLygkQMTyk
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7TNW8cxMiL
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo2tqTRlvAb
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHErny4Hsgm
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwCpLzTPR7M
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsdEOxisxaj
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoPClINSCtQ
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.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtwwXn61GQb
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRVFDvy7Y12
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHmYtnPdNQ6
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5mxQvt5p1b
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlaCs02WLvr
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi37sV7YfCU
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfvkUvxTcMB
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqGpEnL19WZ
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa6qL99oK2H
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNlmgbdcJpS
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡso8DiRO2CT
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:19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmPWNfADOWO
"If memories repeat, don't resist."19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfpbhFDIGi9
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUrqJDRKFXI
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPstAx0NSQb
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJDuwwDhZ7X
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3n8JYJlC2c
Who am I?19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr7wejWTIP1
What am I remembering?19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH5nNT9u23h
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4kGQdvdIlb
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxygYdC1cj1
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCiedpnVIhs
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKLqe2jZ13E
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ3OuhZWEFg
The chip's words echoed:19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ53vikJfhb9
"You must remember everything."19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjh450mrwpQ
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI1xOobvDkB
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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