Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyWfBhKTouw
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."125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrydPN5pClB
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."125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5EEieh18Qm
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.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡafbZRKlNZL
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFxs26Ku8CO
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrwwPe0YjzX
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.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡet1ZFRzBQ6
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8JDTirQEiy
—5125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4CJ5l2qm3B
—4125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡagdOoqxpeF
—3…125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqPHJDgJ6y0
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡak6gP875QQ
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.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMTHUb0ZoZB
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPX8TQEuwkQ
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSUEsCFEU3L
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.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdyKN0tOCrc
Fragments of Truth125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYKggtB0Wed
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhUDTUi6TZj
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPvyqY7uNu0
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeB4tfbtggV
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5wvYdBSbad
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYcN3iBqmuR
Awakening125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfuG2y5aFT7
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.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoLNlyrbXoU
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuwNzHu6Mi7
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxRI7PXnumA
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxzvmCQgqaM
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc423Bbbojh
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKMy786u7B8
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY4FqtVBMjs
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX0S4OzRjbE
This wasn't a dream.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMjVAk7QCyb
Physical Anomalies125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPHtcETr999
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.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtZpuXAaXF7
Residual Phenomena125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4RAzwH8Tgz
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.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtjlApKdu7K
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVF2Kmev9K8
Residual Signal in the Cross125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhpIkFvfMwF
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoG0nTKeMib
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaArNgpHJ3n
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡin4nFWQxmF
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4uTB3ZBQJY
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR82PxIRqQs
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9jUcq9Dq6o
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIyhiKFPmjV
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ91ckN6RtZH
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9deYAK7oB4
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAo61eeklxb
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbkGKZlrpJh
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.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR0c2pupfAh
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCGfSyuTsJM
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwhCn1FttbZ
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7JW2usgVwc
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyr4M1irgvU
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp3JGzYjXHm
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZilU2jjb9U
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEEIV08P1Ih
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt6jbO6pep4
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF1ZNT4ZX9A
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq4GbsNm2jW
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:125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiwwCerSOrk
"If memories repeat, don't resist."125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrjKipjT7z8
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdp5vh2DiV0
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEFdke7nIOh
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoUJ5vwUlxM
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2sVIHIpBDc
Who am I?125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzym7yn7pRI
What am I remembering?125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuadGOZGDRw
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOFCLk4MRfu
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvA7FGJCIhA
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyQpnnLDDGl
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnviIZNk2Tq
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7mAsosCDAm
The chip's words echoed:125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHD0xPqi6hY
"You must remember everything."125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFNV6ohSjxP
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7ILhthhLLA
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.