Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwsO2xplacm
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."106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaLmchjwANZ
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."106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb9vS2dDnzD
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.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHyHA09LTOy
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbk4e87C6TU
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO6WAJbyILt
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.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdXj5JEVAr8
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgIKiwMtE7J
—5106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmG6gYAKjOR
—4106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCEUUM4rO6D
—3…106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVcuE2MItLv
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAC6kUNt61S
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.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu8dJxNgk8M
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwSkVCgMEwK
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcIgzxH127r
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.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOkjGU7D5bN
Fragments of Truth106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmfKkqUW9kU
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeT3dSgVrai
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXBt6lAwfSz
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡddcpkpP4XU
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAwzpKRp06Q
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEVY0oLmMAO
Awakening106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxu5YRHQSGL
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.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCzHViFJ5aI
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkDNDBQkGBk
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKN4dW47zFN
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNouSjAkRku
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlfTuWm9w8C
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWsgSffgiIw
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9o6fUYxvUY
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLQqOcqAp4R
This wasn't a dream.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0eSVGP0mTD
Physical Anomalies106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAHnC64TVbp
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.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwnLptfmlxF
Residual Phenomena106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp4YrAW0Ml0
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.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ37dQSEFeiU
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkGFskM1Er6
Residual Signal in the Cross106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOd9GoeTT54
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ43aF9SX4AJ
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ86C1qqoeFG
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJlrknNH3wG
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpW3j114ZM0
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCNaz1hGWmx
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTCG4IKWABl
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWgjXw5gvAS
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfH968s6WoF
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgxBE2KJr5E
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZpwDyFEN1l
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAQplKCGCmH
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.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv4kOvOxlaU
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMzvBFgH4St
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5JH82W6EgE
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbrNBTo8nww
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5ZxPP3eB7X
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqtlLUmjZwq
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8T2fjTyiNQ
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF7OV5hJOdR
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi0PHN8JnY1
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbi946cG4qW
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfC9SUaAM0G
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:106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkmKVlI4HWR
"If memories repeat, don't resist."106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmlr2iOBmHL
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGwgMpNGRKt
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVTkoOUfYUF
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe1o7yvDNcV
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzGZgQzjh49
Who am I?106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhKcB0Hh7RM
What am I remembering?106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwjB1ynDy01
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3ygS0sO0dw
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsTlrVjeACr
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7nqP3eaOIr
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIt6G3U0c0x
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdOKyMusnVT
The chip's words echoed:106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL7hNYdu9XF
"You must remember everything."106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMo3MV6QWcQ
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.106Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1gANQSYWUs
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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