Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 382 The Temporal Refuge Joanna and the Hand of Beta

Out of Reality — The Fractured Flow

Darkness.

Not an empty darkness,

but a darkness that is full of sound, a silent symphony echoing through the corridors of time, creating an atmosphere that is tense and mysterious.

Within the shadows, invisible silhouettes dance gracefully; each sound holds profound secrets, like unseen footsteps that shroud the presence of those who softly move against the frozen silence of time, generating a tension that ignites curiosity.

Voices from the past arise from the darkness, soft whispers of decisions once made, the screams of those who have lost, and the gentle laughter of those who chose to love.

Amidst these echoes, a deep longing entwines the soul, like morning dew dripping with hope, bringing forth profound memories that transform into forgotten aspirations, whispering of new possibilities that might emerge into reality.

Joanna opens her eyes, fighting against the shadows that surround her.

Yet, she doesn't feel the presence of her body, nor does she sense the passage of time; only a vague and undefined existence lingers.

In a corner of her heart, a desire to move forward slowly surfaces, waiting for the right moment with full hope, yearning for a light that might shine through the fragile cracks of time. However, her attachment to the past now tightly binds her hopes.

"Am I still here?" she whispered,

"I should have been part of that fracture."

"I should have already been dead," Joanna scoffed, exploring the seemingly endless void of her life.

This was a place where every strand illuminated moments that never happened, moments that had passed, or moments still within reach.

It felt as if each strand called back Joanna's memories, affirming that many paths lay before her, life's winding currents resembling an endless river. She had to find her way through this ocean of darkness.

Some strands echoed Jeanne's gentle voice: "Joanna, don't become that wound yourself."

"Sister," Joanna said with a voice full of emotion. freewebnøvel.com

"I miss you .....

Then, another soft whisper from a different tape echoed,

"Your choice is right... or maybe wrong."

"Or perhaps... nothing is truly right or wrong."

Joanna bowed her head in despair.

Her hands were mere faint shadows, the spiral on her back vanished, as if the wind had carried away the once-churning will, now submerged in silence.

In that silence, thousands of questions swirled like birds yearning for freedom in her mind,

what is the essence of choice and its consequences? Within the profound silence, the last whispers of lost souls gently touched her heart, lifting the heavy burden of past decisions.

"Is this finally... an endless wait?"

"Is this the punishment for my choices?"

Suddenly, from amidst the floating tapes of time, the sound of calm footsteps could be heard.

The steps were unhurried, yet they bore no alarming threat.

"Not everything that falls... must remain fallen."

A woman slowly emerged from behind the shimmering currents.

On her arm, a glyph that Joanna did not recognize—a symbol framing a power beyond Anake, transcending Fluks, and reaching into the Continuum, depicting an infinite potential capable of reshaping reality.

As if time curved around them, the air was filled with mysterious whispers from both the past and the future, each heartbeat resonating with choices once made, echoing like sounds reverberating through the labyrinth of memories.

"You... who are you?" Joanna asked, her voice trembling, wrapped in a profound curiosity and uncertainty, creating a bridge between doubt and hope.

"Beta."

"I am the guardian of unchosen possibilities,

that which never became.

That which was never written."

Beta's voice glided softly like morning dew touching the earth, offering hope amid the looming shadows, as if giving new life to buried dreams, rekindling hope for what may have been missed, igniting the dimmed aspirations.

"I come because you are not only dismantling the old laws... but also opening the door for new laws, that even the Creators are not yet ready to accept and face the consequences."

Beta moved closer with graceful steps.

From the palm of his hand emerged silver-blue threads, radiating light that sparkled like stars in the night sky.

The curtain of time quivered as the thread rolled up, shimmering like a falling star, bringing new hope to a delayed journey, creating a promise of the possibilities to come.

"I can restore you. I can return your will."

"But I will not force you. This time... it truly has to be your choice."

As those words gently slipped from Beta's lips, the atmosphere seemed to halt, suspending her breath and creating a profound silence, as if two vibrating worlds were facing each other.

"You can drift into this current forever, or... you can rise again and see the new world born from your Spiral."

"However, remember, that world is unstable. It needs a weaver, not a ruler."

In every flowing word, Joanna felt a deep pull between choices, between the power that vibrated and the painful weakness, as if she were facing a mirror reflecting her shattered soul.

"If you choose to rise... you will be elevated to Custodian of Unchosen Paths. The guardian of the abandoned roads."

"And your path will be silent, without crowds. No echoes of praise, no shining victories. Just guarding... to keep the choices of others pure and untainted."

In the deep silence, the wind whispers softly through the crevices of time, resonating with untold stories—each breath carries the weight of an unavoidable new responsibility.

Joanna lowers her gaze,

her warm tears flow freely, soaking her cheeks as if mirroring her profound sadness.

"I have caused too much pain, I have lost my sister, I have lost the world I knew and loved."

Nostalgia envelops her heart, wrapping around her body as if reluctant to let go, pulling her back to the time that has passed.

"But... if I can prevent anyone from paying the same price... I choose to rise."

"Not to rule. But to protect."

Beta smiled softly,

"Then... let us weave this new world together, with flowing hope and united dreams."

Holding hands, the vibrating strands of thread radiated a gentle light, illuminating the entire space with hope, inviting all choices to find peace.

"And let us ensure... that no love is burned by the law again."

Beta wrapped her shimmering silver-blue thread around Joanna's arm, providing a comforting warmth.

In an instant, the old glyphs on Joanna's back vanished, leaving behind past bindings, replaced by the Custodian glyph: a small and simple spiral, with two meaningful knots:

The Knot of Will.

The Knot of Choice.

Joanna opened her eyes,

feeling the pulse of life flowing back within her. But not as the Last Chronos who governs time,

rather as the Guardian of the Unchosen Path, ready to face whatever may come.

In the distance, the cracked currents of time moved slowly, radiating an aura of mystery. A new world was born, forming unexpected nations. The spirited Spiral children grew, some chasing the future with an unquenchable hope, while others remained trapped, fleeing from the haunting shadows of the past.

Amidst the silence, Joanna stood calmly, weaving pathways of possibility with extraordinary skill, where each choice represents an opportunity to alter one's destiny, allowing anyone who chooses this path to no longer be bound by the shackles of a punishing past.

Amidst the silence,

Joanna stood calmly,

weaving pathways of possibility with extraordinary skill,

so that anyone who chooses this path...

is no longer punished by past choices.

Her heartbeat synchronized with the rhythm of time, moving in harmony, no longer fragmented, but creating a melody that transcended space and time, echoing around her.

As if the threads of fate were woven in her deft hands, Joanna observed the shimmering shadows, striving to find meaning in a life intricately intertwined, each moment ensnared in the web of destiny, reminding us of the power of choices that can change the course of the future.