the voice echoed softly, almost accusing."But why do I still feel like two people inside the same body?"161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5O8m5Qq4nZ
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?161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyXkX9DEC7e
"I remember your memories," he whispered, fingertips brushing against the cold glass."But they don't belong to me. Not really."161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZD2KMyghVY
From within, a reply surfaced—not spoken aloud, but felt like an echo threading through his veins.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcm2kaDVZxT
"Then whose life did you live during those 281 days?"161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUKonkbM66J
He didn't answer.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtXwlSo7QrI
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.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ85pzWAFrju
"Do you remember the rooftop? The rain?"the voice inside pressed."That was my fear. My ending. And now it's become yours."161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc7k8fJxyDN
He turned away. The room behind him was dim, dust suspended in unmoving air. Nothing had shifted since he woke—yet everything had changed.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpkqi7ZY2JT
"They said integration would bring peace," he muttered."But this… this feels like exile. I can't go back. I can't move forward."161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQeKCWtkTSm
"Then choose."161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ23we4asMCm
The whisper again. No longer from within—but from just behind. He didn't turn. He knew nothing would be there. And yet—161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBJS0K2Trhl
"Choose who you want to remain."161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtlDHl2wDb9
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.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAJ4EI8w5pA
"What if I don't want to be either?"he asked the air, voice hoarse.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKGvmVQ3Xae
"Then become what only you can be—""The memory that survives the collapse."161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6JYj9EKaYM
The mirror cracked.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJahSnZKdVf
Not from pressure, not from sound.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRkfuaI70ht
From time.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFXyxZem6rL
And as the fracture split his reflection in two, he realized:161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtN0XAEfhpm
They had never truly been separate.And now, they could never truly merge.They would simply continue—161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2VHv1lUF6G
Layered.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEJvlPqb7w4
Fragmented.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp2z5XqyP28
Echoing.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiaCYHKxaxO
"Reflections That Do Not Return"161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJCpJgFuPt1
When the mirror shattered, time fractured with it.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlpNYsiCZpe
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.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrhagajE0t6
"Are these… all me?"161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq211bzKNOV
His voice wavered in the still air, unsure whether he was questioning the mirror—or the fractured soul it reflected.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWbsrM5BJDs
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.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡragD50Bq1Q
"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."161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKgZOKsAVWj
He gazed down at the scattered fragments.Each one led to a future that could never return to the beginning.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPvTAplYNwM
"And if I choose nothing?" he asked, barely audible.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ72gJWJXLtS
"Then you'll remain trapped here—in this fracture—until the next cycle calls you back."161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYI2wHPDLVK
Silence again.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFaJEyAtZA8
And then, softly, he said:161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqX9efVpJYh
"I don't want to wake again—Not if waking means forgetting her."161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5aK26oRAf5
The mirror flickered.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2fpgKshD5I
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."161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZRnCJENPvf
It was her voice—Li An-Qing.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuCCcFXc6pe
It was the eternity hidden within Friday.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZQefZn9HNB
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.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ25zim73BQN
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.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVfOIF81PuQ
He knelt, picking up the fallen shard.In its surface, memory stirred—not his, but sharp enough to cut.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxbMf5Xr51W
"He said he'd come back… He promised me."161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUxp9Qj358D
It was Yang An-Ting's voice—young, certain, heartbreakingly full of hope.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkuTWrwcf0D
Another fragment reflected Li An-Qing, standing at the edge of an abandoned railway.A timestamp flickered in her eyes:2025.2.19 // 28:01161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIYzbLjEcCk
She whispered,161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM2xda6rx80
"Memory isn't for forgetting. It's for choosing."161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmO6E39yawO
Something inside him pulled—gently at first, then with force.A sorrowful gravity.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJrf3ox9nmd
The kind that lived in her voice,in her silence,in every name lost to time.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzXHl1x66Nq
"Then how do I choose?" he asked—not to the mirror, but to everything.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJg4O7SdGzP
"Choice," the voice answered from beyond the glass,"isn't an answer. It's a cost."161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdR0BM21l0Q
He opened his eyes.The fracture was pushing him toward a precipice—an end written long ago but never read aloud.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhcxQRAZPby
"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?"161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHzCQKT8gdd
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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."161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTV2PDUu4gr
"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."161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡilnC8lwKeG
He stood between the mirror and the rift,Behind him, the remnants of the past.Before him, an exit with no name.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZo3bdEeGyh
"If I can't be him, and I can't remain only myself… then what's left?"161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHqOVtrzezJ
"Memory,"they said together.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa00io1oa6j
Not a name.Not an identity.But something heavier—something that could pierce through time itself.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUyt4AJ5XjW
If names could be forgotten, then let them fade.If identities could collapse, then stop defining them.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMmOWtUbBFK
"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."161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0QSiKujWlh
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.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwG9nT7F59X
It was the third route.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡccLoAa4m9Q
Not back.Not in circles.But—161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ015rtyptB
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