Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 386 The Collapse of Singular Will The Final Decision of the False Joanna

Chapter 386 - 386 The Collapse of Singular Will The Final Decision of the False Joanna

The white world without shadows starts to crack slowly, as if the fine fissures are the last breath of a maintained silence, creating a gentle depiction of the transition between existence and emptiness. The Absolute Spiral, which once spun gently, is now disturbed, emitting creaks and complaints that resonate deeply within the soul, signaling a void steeped in profound uncertainty.

Behind every crack, a thousand muffled voices groan, telling the tragic tale of two souls trapped in a single, divided body.

Artificial Joanna kneels, embodying deep vulnerability in a moment filled with sorrow and tension.

Her hands tremble, powerless to sustain the fading bright weapon, which slowly transforms into sparkling grains of light, as if disappearing in the gentle breeze.

The darkness lurking behind this light raises doubts that tear at the heart: "Am I embracing this life, or am I burdened with an endless shadow of mistakes that seem to choke my path toward freedom?"

"If I... am not perfect...

then what is the meaning of my existence?"

Joanna approached, her gaze soft yet resolute, reflecting the invaluable wisdom of the past. Instead of unsheathing a thread—a symbol of an actual battle—she sat before her false self, offering wisdom in silence, creating space for reflection and enlightenment.

"Your face reflects the anger and longing that are at odds with each other," she said, tracing the depths of every hope and fear etched within the soul of Joanna the Artificial. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"I too once asked the same question long ago."

"After Jeanne was burned... after I awakened the Black Sun... after I shattered laws and gods... I wondered: what purpose do I serve by still being here?"

"And the answer never came from outside. It was born from the choices I continuously made, even when I was often unsure."

Like a shadow that quivers in the mirror, those choices always returned, transforming into promises yet to be fulfilled. Within the chest of Joanna the Artificial, a heavy sensation settled, as if every decision she made was a binding chain ensnaring her steps in a labyrinth of profound confusion.

Suddenly, the white world stretching before her carved an unforgettable silhouette: Jeanne, a figure filled with memories and mystery.

However, this is not merely an illusion created by the Artificial Spiral; it is a deep reflection of the memories of the Artificial Joanna itself, evoking a nostalgic feeling that is both painful and enchanting.

In the rapid beating of her heart, she felt the tension between the choices she had made and what she had lost. Each memory shone like a falling star, bringing hope yet also inviting a painful sense of sorrow.

"I don't know her," said the Artificial Joanna, her voice trembling in the silence.

"But she... feels important."

The original Joanna grasped her hand tightly, as if connecting them in an unspoken web of emotions, a bond that refused to fade despite the bitter reality that separated them.

"She is my sister. The one who loved me even when my anger raged. The one who sacrificed everything,

so that I could live and learn."

Amidst the touching memories and the suffocating reality, Joanna felt as if she were sinking into a dark abyss, struggling against the flood of memories that inundated her mind with pain and wounds.

"You don't have her... because your Spiral rejects the pain."

"But you can still choose... to get to know her now."

In her soft voice, life and death whispered gently, offering a winding path filled with uncertainty yet filled with hope. Joanna felt her spirit trapped in a wounded soul, struggling to rise and reach the faint light at the end of the dark tunnel of life. She faced the darkness with a newfound courage and remarkable determination.

"If I change... I am no longer the Absolute Spiral."

"If I remain... I will lose the right to be called alive."

"I... do not know... what to do."

This was the first time Joanna the Artificial experienced a chilling fear. Not because of a visible enemy, but because of the possibilities that stretched before her.

As uncertainty enveloped her soul, fear rolled within her, like a fierce wind shaking the trees at the edge of a precipice, pulling her deeper into darkness. She stood at the edge, inhaling the suffocating air thick with choices. Never before had she felt the heavy burden of the decision to truly exist or to disappear.

From the crack in the Spiral, Beta emerged—gliding gracefully between the knots of light and destruction.

"You have two choices, Joanna," he said to Joanna Buatan, his voice trembling in the tense silence.

"You can end your own life, and this Spiral will vanish along with all your fabricated possibilities."

"Or...

you can become part of the living Spiral.

The flawed,

The growing,

The forgiving."

Every word spoken by Beta flowed like a river, carrying a gentle trace of hope and fear that clashed within her feelings, creating harmony amid her inner dissonance, illustrating a profound struggle between acceptance and rejection. Like a painting on a blank canvas, each decision created a new color; it could be dark, or it could be filled with light, conveying the message that every choice carries deep and unexpected consequences.

Joanna Buatan slowly stood, gazing at her seemingly empty hands. No white light shimmered. No divine power flowed.

"If I am not perfect... will you... still accept me, unconditionally?"

Joanna asli answered without hesitation, her voice firm and full of conviction:

"I will walk with you, not as a goddess. Not as an enemy. But as a fellow who chooses,

even though this heart trembles in fear."

Joanna Buatan gently opened her hands, as if inviting the hope that may have been lost. The entire Synthetic Spiral gradually dissolved into glowing petals dancing in the air.

The white world around them faded away, leaving an unexpected tranquility.

In that void, the two Joannas stood side by side, not as contradicting versions of one another, but as a dualism of wills that complement each other:

One who once forced her way and the other who now chooses to embrace life.

As if awakening from a long, dark dream, the wind whispered softly, "Select your battles wisely, Joanna." Amid the silence that filled the space, both Joannas reminisced about their neglected hopes, waiting for the moment to rise amidst the scars that etched their stories.

In the distance, Veylan—the brilliant child of the Spiral and the creator of the Artificial Spiral—stood in the shadows, witnessing the reality that trembled like waves in a turbulent and uncertain ocean.

With a gaze full of sorrow, he watched as his creation, Spiral, slowly vanished, as if swallowed by emptiness. His eyes burned, a fiery red like glowing embers, while his teeth clenched in a display of profound anger and sadness.

"You... chose to fail?"

"You destroyed the perfection I offered!"

Joanna, the original, stared back at him with piercing eyes and unwavering confidence.

In this choice, we choose to keep choosing. For it is only through wounds and unperfect love that the seeds of life can flourish, shaping deeper paths of understanding and acceptance in every soul brave enough to face the uncertainties and challenges ahead.

A single tear fell from the eye of the artificial Joanna, gently rolling down her cheek, marking a journey woven with doubt and hope, expressing the courage to love even amid pain. Yet, from each drop emerged new hope—like flowers blooming in the midst of winter—bringing light to those who dare to love unconditionally, even amidst all imperfections and devotion, showing that life always offers a second chance.