the voice echoed softly, almost accusing."But why do I still feel like two people inside the same body?"129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQfYmLYN4QZ
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?129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ47vANDae4u
"I remember your memories," he whispered, fingertips brushing against the cold glass."But they don't belong to me. Not really."129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvNENXkHBws
From within, a reply surfaced—not spoken aloud, but felt like an echo threading through his veins.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2qLmdu00BK
"Then whose life did you live during those 281 days?"129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGWDrAr0zr8
He didn't answer.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg8dilnnjZh
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.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2ggPT7ICCE
"Do you remember the rooftop? The rain?"the voice inside pressed."That was my fear. My ending. And now it's become yours."129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwFNqrRsuh3
He turned away. The room behind him was dim, dust suspended in unmoving air. Nothing had shifted since he woke—yet everything had changed.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU9fWXPRMDC
"They said integration would bring peace," he muttered."But this… this feels like exile. I can't go back. I can't move forward."129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9Ed0whCRLO
"Then choose."129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVRTKXbdp6M
The whisper again. No longer from within—but from just behind. He didn't turn. He knew nothing would be there. And yet—129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡorILNB4G4e
"Choose who you want to remain."129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYSGLkmeHfz
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.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIQGAWCtxOy
"What if I don't want to be either?"he asked the air, voice hoarse.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2nTT7tVy3N
"Then become what only you can be—""The memory that survives the collapse."129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKKxOC6Fo9V
The mirror cracked.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUHSNCqQBKN
Not from pressure, not from sound.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbcqfVpy7tL
From time.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPCtDyW5Jbw
And as the fracture split his reflection in two, he realized:129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAhSoE0HdQi
They had never truly been separate.And now, they could never truly merge.They would simply continue—129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhKkvfiyOVk
Layered.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeiictWoAnZ
Fragmented.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu6QgDC4SwN
Echoing.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfkdZtjdsuA
"Reflections That Do Not Return"129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaS4xWlyHxN
When the mirror shattered, time fractured with it.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0LloNZfC2J
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.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLQPDcrmb5X
"Are these… all me?"129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlfr6k6SuYM
His voice wavered in the still air, unsure whether he was questioning the mirror—or the fractured soul it reflected.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPqCHy573gu
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.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD8OVxAImyb
"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."129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeyTR2jE8X9
He gazed down at the scattered fragments.Each one led to a future that could never return to the beginning.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrH4F1abzy8
"And if I choose nothing?" he asked, barely audible.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡewKmvFnXdM
"Then you'll remain trapped here—in this fracture—until the next cycle calls you back."129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡme2xvXD19N
Silence again.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFNHW032u84
And then, softly, he said:129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTlygzWnNtG
"I don't want to wake again—Not if waking means forgetting her."129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCDuV2aYMXb
The mirror flickered.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdpdoYAvJHP
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."129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJoosid6mnu
It was her voice—Li An-Qing.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn88arzTsFU
It was the eternity hidden within Friday.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt0NYceTFqh
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.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwy9ns5Q8Ox
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.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzjVq3OJa6M
He knelt, picking up the fallen shard.In its surface, memory stirred—not his, but sharp enough to cut.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡev4Bps5pyC
"He said he'd come back… He promised me."129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWkC9GG9xAU
It was Yang An-Ting's voice—young, certain, heartbreakingly full of hope.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgyKXCx3E0f
Another fragment reflected Li An-Qing, standing at the edge of an abandoned railway.A timestamp flickered in her eyes:2025.2.19 // 28:01129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu7PdbKFwyz
She whispered,129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2tRjFE36MV
"Memory isn't for forgetting. It's for choosing."129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1HrOp6e7BN
Something inside him pulled—gently at first, then with force.A sorrowful gravity.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhFne1m5ZDs
The kind that lived in her voice,in her silence,in every name lost to time.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqpTFwADy9D
"Then how do I choose?" he asked—not to the mirror, but to everything.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqCNB2ds2KV
"Choice," the voice answered from beyond the glass,"isn't an answer. It's a cost."129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYqs3KRi7FE
He opened his eyes.The fracture was pushing him toward a precipice—an end written long ago but never read aloud.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBs4Mpi4twM
"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?"129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡThvDDpVAYg
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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."129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKUBDOS3Bfs
"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."129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD8urRg9Hlz
He stood between the mirror and the rift,Behind him, the remnants of the past.Before him, an exit with no name.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2sZ35mhwRO
"If I can't be him, and I can't remain only myself… then what's left?"129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6r6fKfaoML
"Memory,"they said together.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBy1kkKAq2L
Not a name.Not an identity.But something heavier—something that could pierce through time itself.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNa3ZQxoAN2
If names could be forgotten, then let them fade.If identities could collapse, then stop defining them.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXZS92htWCm
"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."129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE6UbVDadNC
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.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuKXlx9mKYs
It was the third route.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH9evR3FP57
Not back.Not in circles.But—129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJQheOdbLX0
Toward a future unnamed.
Penana
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