the voice echoed softly, almost accusing."But why do I still feel like two people inside the same body?"135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzsP7P61Ht8
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?135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwikqYHOyeG
"I remember your memories," he whispered, fingertips brushing against the cold glass."But they don't belong to me. Not really."135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ3CJwbYd2q
From within, a reply surfaced—not spoken aloud, but felt like an echo threading through his veins.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdPVzViycRY
"Then whose life did you live during those 281 days?"135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg2tDlk4M4C
He didn't answer.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb8oTiyOqOf
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.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdyxdY2KvHg
"Do you remember the rooftop? The rain?"the voice inside pressed."That was my fear. My ending. And now it's become yours."135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk84Huf9Qxn
He turned away. The room behind him was dim, dust suspended in unmoving air. Nothing had shifted since he woke—yet everything had changed.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡppPgBbH4JQ
"They said integration would bring peace," he muttered."But this… this feels like exile. I can't go back. I can't move forward."135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcYlo48GNLF
"Then choose."135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDzyY9Aa31m
The whisper again. No longer from within—but from just behind. He didn't turn. He knew nothing would be there. And yet—135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMrhJeaVyPI
"Choose who you want to remain."135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUBdy0hb6MP
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.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVlcs955sTG
"What if I don't want to be either?"he asked the air, voice hoarse.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVov6KSs91K
"Then become what only you can be—""The memory that survives the collapse."135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡngqEGdeyGr
The mirror cracked.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsr28dzCsAB
Not from pressure, not from sound.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ04XU6L7apK
From time.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzl4CKQPIdW
And as the fracture split his reflection in two, he realized:135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkzAtlfdOMs
They had never truly been separate.And now, they could never truly merge.They would simply continue—135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0MoMgoG8dL
Layered.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu83hXQ3VgZ
Fragmented.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPOIpVb7Ptj
Echoing.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6ILCWRXGfo
"Reflections That Do Not Return"135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUkK47CjI0b
When the mirror shattered, time fractured with it.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKKlE5NTWoO
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.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBVjdTUUSbG
"Are these… all me?"135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtkldOoiIj1
His voice wavered in the still air, unsure whether he was questioning the mirror—or the fractured soul it reflected.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9mDJPtedhj
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.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLXZldklOLA
"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."135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVNpPWxGRAP
He gazed down at the scattered fragments.Each one led to a future that could never return to the beginning.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0X38ML1Ixz
"And if I choose nothing?" he asked, barely audible.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ68gJ2AVRoY
"Then you'll remain trapped here—in this fracture—until the next cycle calls you back."135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf5GGzM1lcw
Silence again.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwrmTJJeEnx
And then, softly, he said:135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCt7s1BInWC
"I don't want to wake again—Not if waking means forgetting her."135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsXINQ3m3jr
The mirror flickered.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0LczMalEQt
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."135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBtbTKTmZgv
It was her voice—Li An-Qing.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbRuKKRjl3b
It was the eternity hidden within Friday.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0mKelns9px
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.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJRrfiTdWmZ
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.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWdc4cNzWhl
He knelt, picking up the fallen shard.In its surface, memory stirred—not his, but sharp enough to cut.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi5kwSVQEUU
"He said he'd come back… He promised me."135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ01viKlKLWs
It was Yang An-Ting's voice—young, certain, heartbreakingly full of hope.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF7qgOEs969
Another fragment reflected Li An-Qing, standing at the edge of an abandoned railway.A timestamp flickered in her eyes:2025.2.19 // 28:01135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHdtjNAueiV
She whispered,135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfTZakFuXmE
"Memory isn't for forgetting. It's for choosing."135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnUQElpRQ6w
Something inside him pulled—gently at first, then with force.A sorrowful gravity.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTAJPedIX8I
The kind that lived in her voice,in her silence,in every name lost to time.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzL9ON4VjPx
"Then how do I choose?" he asked—not to the mirror, but to everything.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIbTG6deO2O
"Choice," the voice answered from beyond the glass,"isn't an answer. It's a cost."135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsNnkU4IaVK
He opened his eyes.The fracture was pushing him toward a precipice—an end written long ago but never read aloud.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjcSt1W1ZV0
"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?"135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2QHZVnI6F3
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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."135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuCPNTlTRXP
"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."135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNj0dJm1Haj
He stood between the mirror and the rift,Behind him, the remnants of the past.Before him, an exit with no name.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5BkYLHN0IU
"If I can't be him, and I can't remain only myself… then what's left?"135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZZT7UKnhyM
"Memory,"they said together.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjtcmKloXgp
Not a name.Not an identity.But something heavier—something that could pierce through time itself.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMGOb0ANbG1
If names could be forgotten, then let them fade.If identities could collapse, then stop defining them.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCKV2J2NVnN
"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."135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPvIUxB7dsF
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.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZUnL2Z7fdl
It was the third route.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIQxhLwgw1m
Not back.Not in circles.But—135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPxAXN4i8us
Toward a future unnamed.
Penana
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