the voice echoed softly, almost accusing."But why do I still feel like two people inside the same body?"173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWV7JKCMaWE
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?173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMofdyu5OX5
"I remember your memories," he whispered, fingertips brushing against the cold glass."But they don't belong to me. Not really."173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY96NDVVaZ7
From within, a reply surfaced—not spoken aloud, but felt like an echo threading through his veins.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqLdUrgCGNv
"Then whose life did you live during those 281 days?"173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV7DafPbZLz
He didn't answer.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpuxeBvZZvv
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.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡniRvppmb3E
"Do you remember the rooftop? The rain?"the voice inside pressed."That was my fear. My ending. And now it's become yours."173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMuBHwmD7aH
He turned away. The room behind him was dim, dust suspended in unmoving air. Nothing had shifted since he woke—yet everything had changed.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaJeDifWSAU
"They said integration would bring peace," he muttered."But this… this feels like exile. I can't go back. I can't move forward."173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVFJ8lXqMM6
"Then choose."173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuD9ZbxhW7M
The whisper again. No longer from within—but from just behind. He didn't turn. He knew nothing would be there. And yet—173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9rATILT92J
"Choose who you want to remain."173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg9uf2j1wAZ
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.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHnBGGbMEkX
"What if I don't want to be either?"he asked the air, voice hoarse.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQQg9mJ9JSU
"Then become what only you can be—""The memory that survives the collapse."173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0bzbkwqeua
The mirror cracked.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr66yaIBtvb
Not from pressure, not from sound.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCZg7n53uW2
From time.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6e2c62Zw54
And as the fracture split his reflection in two, he realized:173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6la86UcqiC
They had never truly been separate.And now, they could never truly merge.They would simply continue—173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdWCVDwHg6i
Layered.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7J4ZeQNV1F
Fragmented.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTiai1jtx0s
Echoing.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNcrKPY2mmq
"Reflections That Do Not Return"173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpLWAM4VSP8
When the mirror shattered, time fractured with it.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzonxQnbGUL
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.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlxQZHZde2c
"Are these… all me?"173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtVv3wYItmM
His voice wavered in the still air, unsure whether he was questioning the mirror—or the fractured soul it reflected.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYd7aOQV99k
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.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpcKvZRvyiD
"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."173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPKIvuBZzE6
He gazed down at the scattered fragments.Each one led to a future that could never return to the beginning.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm7MH2Xvt6D
"And if I choose nothing?" he asked, barely audible.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHAys9OIFmu
"Then you'll remain trapped here—in this fracture—until the next cycle calls you back."173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdpxyLf4LAu
Silence again.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr8fvV7H19q
And then, softly, he said:173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTvssDtdMin
"I don't want to wake again—Not if waking means forgetting her."173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPECyKxHczN
The mirror flickered.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqXcmYmwLT6
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."173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ48U3SyGXE
It was her voice—Li An-Qing.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgMfIjIPEUn
It was the eternity hidden within Friday.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5KOnv1Akhv
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.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmWbSEauRVi
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.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCaLcK4YM5Z
He knelt, picking up the fallen shard.In its surface, memory stirred—not his, but sharp enough to cut.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLUfNPQiOyb
"He said he'd come back… He promised me."173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbn5bGegPRR
It was Yang An-Ting's voice—young, certain, heartbreakingly full of hope.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr5iT5nCich
Another fragment reflected Li An-Qing, standing at the edge of an abandoned railway.A timestamp flickered in her eyes:2025.2.19 // 28:01173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgkg1iLPoaH
She whispered,173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvUuFoeTORm
"Memory isn't for forgetting. It's for choosing."173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeQjmuYsdoN
Something inside him pulled—gently at first, then with force.A sorrowful gravity.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOFlYhRY0Ob
The kind that lived in her voice,in her silence,in every name lost to time.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgeYwwkjE9p
"Then how do I choose?" he asked—not to the mirror, but to everything.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKBBzxjTb9W
"Choice," the voice answered from beyond the glass,"isn't an answer. It's a cost."173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRAiJmufBZz
He opened his eyes.The fracture was pushing him toward a precipice—an end written long ago but never read aloud.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCXuWDyVP3N
"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?"173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhWD8Y1miAG
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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."173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoibvkcggz9
"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."173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvGwCfS8tXV
He stood between the mirror and the rift,Behind him, the remnants of the past.Before him, an exit with no name.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1k0643i6WG
"If I can't be him, and I can't remain only myself… then what's left?"173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9Xo2exydqV
"Memory,"they said together.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwdsuuXzj69
Not a name.Not an identity.But something heavier—something that could pierce through time itself.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtcwddFVesH
If names could be forgotten, then let them fade.If identities could collapse, then stop defining them.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZvgQct5cav
"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."173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoZGxPvWv7A
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.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw7jZwGjPgg
It was the third route.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡADx45VBr6p
Not back.Not in circles.But—173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWElg7tO57i
Toward a future unnamed.
Penana
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