Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL5a5zvEv9q
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."12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8Hz9YLM9t0
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."12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7qNnhRnpq3
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.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe5L53PZ6ma
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyPEul5bRXi
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCxj2sk1Irm
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.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJECsfk8xAL
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo5gHjNmLJC
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—3…12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCOgyZ2Z8bD
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSPM6jbRBRD
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.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1fAq0XqhWm
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtuPy0g84FM
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR0t6wzf3BU
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.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4OnOR9Oisp
Fragments of Truth12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSxl7GRnSUO
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeakOSetsCj
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtyF6jjqiDX
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwDAAjpd3lc
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFmlW7IuEyg
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZmIvtyuNjT
Awakening12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlF8NGzMWbq
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.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZoU7D9nvbE
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN7SZJqyKK0
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVlM24Duast
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSTTQ9jSzUA
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvBg7OauFIA
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiSHRPJChSc
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ80oSZCR9gx
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1sAT78XOk4
This wasn't a dream.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwc0Cn8FCu7
Physical Anomalies12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV1s8MPksii
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.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAG06lOwQ2K
Residual Phenomena12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7HhX9Kj4e8
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.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeRdK27YSIg
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbxpnNaU2kl
Residual Signal in the Cross12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTlmsY3C031
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWOQnHXbV84
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgXxtDz48Ci
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡADsvKV9iAv
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWCdIhmjV6d
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnmAMVu6OYy
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdYKdOInTKg
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnNbdR1Ix7e
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZrFXzbs7zo
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyXaSWybH2k
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡitWld9XAVI
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0Bf93SL7dm
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.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHau9aqNnOl
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgG55XUT8z8
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXqO00DDOSu
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡump8CYlPzu
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfuJAH0wsvh
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7DwskuQyIP
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSpRxRgBq6U
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGy17hRCRRu
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNVpOXls7Do
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp7TfpIJ4JD
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHGltXx1KCI
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:12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYfkxgFQvCI
"If memories repeat, don't resist."12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL5DJHMSVqe
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi008sczVa2
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW2DPdGT85Z
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpwomMqU986
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyCWi0dytY7
Who am I?12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK4vyd9UfCS
What am I remembering?12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaq5G69CLA2
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbPrsfjKNj0
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ37GHpVeREK
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI6RvQBmbnu
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEzjjYU0Isy
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZus34cD8dO
The chip's words echoed:12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡut2azzfhUs
"You must remember everything."12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM1XzWzediX
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwK0B4rC4mZ
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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