Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡivVaNPbQ6x
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."31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnxIQ7MybCx
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."31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgGekNlJPw1
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP0O8dFjqp3
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSwx8o1altL
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuSY0xhOhJM
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ93LofAlicK
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj7AG0XdJVY
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—3…31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwDVxswtkLN
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbpczLblZkA
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0K68hT6NP0
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgCmcac3EtE
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZuqPfjSiYp
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡezrChMQ8b8
Fragments of Truth31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJsHLVATXrx
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmcfNWjZYTv
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcnLtzqygdg
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiLumlYKby2
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxYklrD8gfS
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF3ASJ2IULH
Awakening31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUS2D0sXEIJ
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNawJ8kdUWc
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3pKRf6Q78G
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnfCgC6NR1X
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPtakxWSjTd
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwI4ns9CNeo
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvj0XWlho1N
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLbuMvxIE9n
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ62vip8Ezee
This wasn't a dream.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfd7g4GNQRR
Physical Anomalies31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIdTfN1CMxW
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFFsMuu6BxD
Residual Phenomena31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMpIKXrUssp
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3VED2hjdgM
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh9GhnViDJ3
Residual Signal in the Cross31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF2RZBJA3wv
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC1XYvI98bt
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsExYaeAWkt
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtcIYGowWxV
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡitJRItNQKU
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrKuDW0uZwz
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRcrAOKh3sN
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ4AjFqoQpl
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCOxQ6zLxui
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJaQP9duIuj
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzNUR0vTIqK
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0NdJJCOvXd
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDvRCy5P4ec
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3gBISLwNJn
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWWnnT1cyyZ
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTHOxeWJzhp
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBviRieLklb
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMv1Z7Pd70y
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGbSuxBpSnE
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3NaW2q2DJN
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4SwTIucoXC
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsmxTF6qc0P
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNcHRUNjnXc
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:31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXlvwIgBd7k
"If memories repeat, don't resist."31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj5QDHmJJ0G
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5hBAEOTRk7
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJfIkkmtSOk
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFjxCeYIZrf
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ4kqR2Bzwp
Who am I?31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGnoZHaI2kF
What am I remembering?31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7OGZnTdkOQ
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8DxXYy8Qzo
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ82KJiCn9xi
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡojY4UNQI5i
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhJuBaKsoyo
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ31GgRMjvxh
The chip's words echoed:31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7WF8NCTXKp
"You must remember everything."31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsyHJ47UkOa
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZTSK9I8aID
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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and then Add to home screen.