the voice echoed softly, almost accusing."But why do I still feel like two people inside the same body?"8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIq7R9z8JLL
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?8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHmiN1EBtiJ
"I remember your memories," he whispered, fingertips brushing against the cold glass."But they don't belong to me. Not really."8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUY4Dh7uIt0
From within, a reply surfaced—not spoken aloud, but felt like an echo threading through his veins.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpVKQxK4i1i
"Then whose life did you live during those 281 days?"8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxywxXXcxWG
He didn't answer.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTeZAx6Kyv6
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.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa26JKRs9a7
"Do you remember the rooftop? The rain?"the voice inside pressed."That was my fear. My ending. And now it's become yours."8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4MEwdmADQQ
He turned away. The room behind him was dim, dust suspended in unmoving air. Nothing had shifted since he woke—yet everything had changed.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPlfHgBlRP6
"They said integration would bring peace," he muttered."But this… this feels like exile. I can't go back. I can't move forward."8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjT4xpSJnjJ
"Then choose."8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD7GtqW6iev
The whisper again. No longer from within—but from just behind. He didn't turn. He knew nothing would be there. And yet—8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡldXruNZKAh
"Choose who you want to remain."8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj5at8sIqGS
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.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ39JVbiIs0k
"What if I don't want to be either?"he asked the air, voice hoarse.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBackmSQddr
"Then become what only you can be—""The memory that survives the collapse."8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmEoyjg2kw2
The mirror cracked.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEjT0kui4xB
Not from pressure, not from sound.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRdgDtpmtp9
From time.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdKq73uaxkR
And as the fracture split his reflection in two, he realized:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW9diE0haa1
They had never truly been separate.And now, they could never truly merge.They would simply continue—8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXcOlf2uiWU
Layered.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡid8ZYOmQ3c
Fragmented.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGCVYmYBbaN
Echoing.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRUyQTGE1dX
"Reflections That Do Not Return"8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpprz5SDl3w
When the mirror shattered, time fractured with it.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0AQBDVQeqC
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.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNHEQy5kKm2
"Are these… all me?"8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt5GrAj9FDZ
His voice wavered in the still air, unsure whether he was questioning the mirror—or the fractured soul it reflected.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEaR1TLW7Ix
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.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmDUC5hwkcb
"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."8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY5SmGqs8Kg
He gazed down at the scattered fragments.Each one led to a future that could never return to the beginning.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWfLQrh5y2s
"And if I choose nothing?" he asked, barely audible.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs1bf7Xyf6v
"Then you'll remain trapped here—in this fracture—until the next cycle calls you back."8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgJu2NaRAjh
Silence again.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9vUUlHIfIh
And then, softly, he said:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6X4Dvaj6rW
"I don't want to wake again—Not if waking means forgetting her."8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNkFLD4OJrC
The mirror flickered.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡALMhAwKkRJ
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."8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjE1yx2jgk8
It was her voice—Li An-Qing.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFawl0wwKAy
It was the eternity hidden within Friday.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbuZ4lrhxW6
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.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxu3PG9BjtU
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.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3zaOg0ZcuA
He knelt, picking up the fallen shard.In its surface, memory stirred—not his, but sharp enough to cut.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR2WRaG46pK
"He said he'd come back… He promised me."8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7cpKH0egWT
It was Yang An-Ting's voice—young, certain, heartbreakingly full of hope.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzHJh2hAzzc
Another fragment reflected Li An-Qing, standing at the edge of an abandoned railway.A timestamp flickered in her eyes:2025.2.19 // 28:018Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI2ccJC7GbZ
She whispered,8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1nROAaWymI
"Memory isn't for forgetting. It's for choosing."8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr0IqtkglMv
Something inside him pulled—gently at first, then with force.A sorrowful gravity.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwEuQjOSFRs
The kind that lived in her voice,in her silence,in every name lost to time.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYFF3pxuw5T
"Then how do I choose?" he asked—not to the mirror, but to everything.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbxHYSF2Bxu
"Choice," the voice answered from beyond the glass,"isn't an answer. It's a cost."8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQIUJKnJew3
He opened his eyes.The fracture was pushing him toward a precipice—an end written long ago but never read aloud.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8IgWttSFem
"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?"8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHYSv0q9d32
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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."8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKIQGvR6bgg
"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."8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8xcwlYWLvo
He stood between the mirror and the rift,Behind him, the remnants of the past.Before him, an exit with no name.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4wug3nfANG
"If I can't be him, and I can't remain only myself… then what's left?"8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVJLF5aLGz3
"Memory,"they said together.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnbmiIImRok
Not a name.Not an identity.But something heavier—something that could pierce through time itself.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4f8jlkr3DX
If names could be forgotten, then let them fade.If identities could collapse, then stop defining them.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj6tsl64Spn
"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."8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFHk7DkrxaI
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.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsvfcWV3Ybp
It was the third route.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq4i2roxSps
Not back.Not in circles.But—8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtDhO0jzPJ8
Toward a future unnamed.
Penana
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