Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbRxIRiRAfX
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."37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtvPoBZwa2E
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."37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl2fgY5ueaf
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.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡptVvkxuTXD
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4yJu4dQC9x
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdRj8yNnc75
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.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMCGM2dxfbi
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDGqujEsIFf
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—3…37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz99oWBUKxY
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJQYqjLIpSh
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.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt2tCPCgcAc
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxOJlbGXDWT
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaVGSyl9FX3
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.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsVEdTtnJvL
Fragments of Truth37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg4kRAbcHqE
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzz2XqwWv5n
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN0l2YoEvby
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbF8pT2OuOM
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ85iUxMb7fM
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0yt2OFGLj9
Awakening37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiH30Nbd29B
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.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8a8fv8a6vZ
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcJqNnf8OCg
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi5aZCcAbSI
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRPz091JJ0k
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJlGsTWMMz4
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ39Xo9JBj96
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDNloMXk0TX
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN21X4P1HKH
This wasn't a dream.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFv39X4FkJA
Physical Anomalies37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS6NfYuWMEi
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.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDCYhysIwq0
Residual Phenomena37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG73a0eyRcP
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.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwMCRFtBJjG
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwztXQjk32v
Residual Signal in the Cross37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2V4EVAqqPw
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU5D3Yzgyn2
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHwgeeFda4H
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRYkge7vKOt
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmOC98yfB9b
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5aThRWPcRf
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5jN6bzHIuR
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwhxoMcsk9D
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoDtf6SLYrT
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9OZKRttD8V
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbNTwwNi3uG
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT276msHCIX
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.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrYs4g7yNkZ
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm02VJeDT5T
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMht3L67bs9
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEM6yJJjHHK
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3CVt34n9If
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCS8S5GOZve
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsJ2qukEx6A
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnV08vNSSrj
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5N7xr847K8
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnRHS7qH6fZ
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOTTXoiFsgS
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:37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKQxxzlfYmt
"If memories repeat, don't resist."37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSS0dDi8Opv
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGotlPrr7Co
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcDmIqMqYLZ
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMNf674ObcM
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5qz1t9MF2Z
Who am I?37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH2FK47xKPS
What am I remembering?37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUzwspPQZ2h
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgBjFuruI0g
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS2IhQNsTif
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR4PzypxypV
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSsFt85sq3K
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlTxqLhLtNz
The chip's words echoed:37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡonIAaDvFhT
"You must remember everything."37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0msUorcPa9
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOjjYYNG0r0
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.