Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 385 Clash of the Spirals Battle of Will and Design

A White World Without Shadows: A Profound Concept of Imperfection and Light in Life.

Joanna Original stands with a thread of blue-gold in her hands, symbolizing The Unfinished Spiral of Will, an emblem of the desire to embrace incompleteness.

Joanna Artificial stands with a spear of white light—The Design of the Immutable Realm, a Spiral that allows no room for failure, affirming the desire for perfect control.

"You nurture wounds and the unavoidable imperfections. I erase them," Joanna Artificial says with a quiet yet firm voice, expressing deep dissatisfaction with the incompleteness inherent in every individual.

"Without wounds, there is no growth."

"Without mistakes, there is no understanding."

Joanna Original replies, "I choose the difficult path because it is the only one that truly brings life."

Joanna Artificial lunges forward, her spear piercing with the Thread Severance Strike—a wave of light that can sever the paths of choice of anyone it touches.

As if time stood still, the white light tore through the surrounding space, emanating a haunting aura that invited silence; each second felt like a thousand years as the opponent watched the light obliterate the darkness with an unbroken beam, reminiscent of the eternal struggle between hope and despair in a life filled with dilemmas.

The original Joanna spun her thread:

"Fluxwright's Weave: Acceptance of the Flawed Path."

With graceful movements, the blue-golden thread whirled, forming a magnificent circle in the air, creating a current that countered the white light—a visual representation of two fundamental philosophies: perfection versus imperfection—confronting and influencing the paths of each life.

The Spiral of Unfinished Thread bent the spear's trajectory,

transforming the attack into new knots that opened up more possibilities.

As the new knots emerged, they resembled stars shining in the night sky, representing unexpected opportunities amid despair; each knot told a story of the courage to choose an imperfect yet valuable path, creating a mosaic of hope amid the darkness.

The deadly spear became the genesis of a new pathway of choices.

Joanna Buatan:

"Singular Spiral: Suppression of Regret!"

A wave of white light swept across the arena, erasing all the painful memories of the original Joanna—especially the recollections of Jeanne.

In an instant, the arena, once soaked in memories and sorrow, was enveloped in pure light, where every particle of light vibrated, soared, and formed delicate circles, playfully dancing within the fabrics of time; it symbolized the hope for a perfection that had never come to be, yet contained within it an intimidating void.

"I will free you from pain."

The original Joanna trembled; her tears fell one by one, as if each drop carried with it a precious memory. Memories of Jeanne began to fade, her sister's voice weakening, tearing apart the fabric of time that should have remained unbroken.

Yet, amidst the clarity of her tears, Joanna felt a deeper voice, a whisper resonating within her soul, urging her to hold on tighter, to resist the current that sought to bury her cherished memories.

But Joanna held onto her Spiral tightly.

"I do not want to forget.

I do not want to be free from regret, for regret has taught me about true resurrection.

I want to POSSESS my regret.

For it is from there that I learn."

"Fluxwright's Rebind: Memory of the Chosen Pain."

The blue-golden Spiral wave erupted, bringing back memories for Jeanne, reviving recollections once thought lost. The artificial white light collapsed partially, as if her soul was stirred by nostalgia.

With the explosion of blue-golden light, the air around felt thick and intense, as though every soul in the arena was holding its breath. The spinning Spiral carried with it a sense of nostalgia, drawing back the lost fragments of the past, emphasizing that beauty lies within the suffering endured; as the white light fell apart, shadows of imperfection enveloped the arena once more, affirming that each wound is a valuable lesson in the journey of life.

"Perfection is an illusion," the original Joanna said firmly, adding weight to her statement.

"Perfection kills choice. Choice shapes humanity."

The artificial Joanna shook her head.

"I do not reject humanity. I create its best version."

"Humanity does not need wounds to become good. Humanity needs certainty."

"However, a certainty that is not chosen, one that comes without a process, is a new prison for the soul," whispered Joanna Asli.

As her words flowed, the air around them tightened, as if the world between their presences was churning. Long shadows danced on the ground, creating the illusion of an unavoidable war, where every choice and its consequences clashed like violent waves in an endless ocean. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Joanna Buatan:

"Spiral Absolute Ascendant: Law of Immutable Peace!"

A wave of white light created a new world around them.

As the incantation was spoken, light surged in the air, seeming to pierce the boundary between reality and illusion. Shimmering particles floated, presenting a calming beauty, yet behind it lurked the threat of helplessness, as if threatening to erase all that had ever been known and loved.

No war.

No loss.

No shattered love.

But... there are also no choices.

All beings would live in predetermined happiness.

"This is the world you were meant to create, Joanna."

"And if you do not accept it, I will take your place forever."

The voice of Artificial Joanna resonated heavily, yet with a chilling undertone. Behind her, a new world continued to vibrate, creating a stunning spectacle where colors danced and blended, but each beauty harbored a painful emptiness, a place where choices were erased and souls were trapped in their eternity.

The original Joanna stood steadfast. Her hands trembled, yet the Spiral Thread remained tightly clasped.

"Fluxwright's Final Thread: The Embrace of Chosen Imperfection."

(Benang Akhir Penenun: Pelukan Ketidaksempurnaan yang Dipilih)

As she uttered the incantation, shimmering hues gathered around Joanna, enveloping her like a warm embrace. Each color conjured a distinct memory—struggles and sorrow, hope and resurrection—spinning as if to relive every moment of her life.

"I will not replace wounds with certainty.

I will embrace those wounds and allow the world to grow alongside mistakes and forgiveness."

As her words struck the air, shimmering waves of energy rolled from her palms, creating a circle of light that radiated an unexpected strength. The echoes of each broken word touched the shadows of the past, dancing to the rhythm of resurrection that vibrated as history became a part of her identity.

The Spiral Thread Unfinished glowed brightly,

stronger than white light.

She formed a large knot:

The Jeanne Knot.

The Joanna Knot.

The Knot of all who choose despite fear.

A burst of beauty and fragility, the knot shone with the power of hope—a symbol for those who dare to face challenges. In the silence, the small light from the knot resembled a star in the dark night sky, affirming that perfection is not the only path to shine.

Absolute Spiral Wave collided with Choice Imperfection Knot.

The roaring sound of their battle created intense vibrations in the ground, as if reminding them of the power of the connection between perfection and imperfection, where each colliding wave of energy generated dancing sparks of light, signaling the struggle between two opposing worlds.

The white light strives to unify all paths into one.

As this light attempts to create harmony amidst division, the shadows of forgotten choices remind everyone of lost potential. Each intertwined path is at risk of disappearing into the false perfection it aims to achieve.

Joanna's spiral opens up millions of small paths—though imperfect, they are brimming with hope.

With every path unveiled, vibrant colors spread forth. No two paths are the same; each one results from a unique journey that cannot be repeated, forming a mosaic of beauty that implies every choice and mistake defines who they are on the journey towards a better self.

The white world begins to crack.

The silence shatters.

The choices resound once more.

The sound of cracking fills the air, signaling the inevitable shift between the two opposing forces. The white light trembles, as if questioning its own integrity in the face of a changing reality, while new choices start to resonate hope for a brighter, more colorful future.

"I choose.

"I have failed, yet in that failure, I have discovered the strength to rise again," she expressed, emphasizing the continuous journey from struggle to the desire for transformation.

I rise.

I choose again."

Every word spoken is a call filled with strength. With each repetition, Joanna's voice ignites a spirit that flows in the form of radiant energy, affirming that every struggle is not an end, but a step towards a greater awakening.

"And that is the meaning of life."

Joanna Buatan knelt down, her eyes beginning to fill with doubt—for the first time.

In the silence, doubt crept in; it became a sign that in the pursuit of perfection, every being—including Joanna Buatan—needs to feel and embrace their imperfections as an essential part of being human.

"If I am wrong... then what is the meaning of my existence?"

With that question hanging in the air, Joanna Buatan felt trapped between what she sought and who she truly was, creating a space between potential and reality, dimming the glow of the brilliant light within her.

Joanna asli bowed her head, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Not to be perfect. But to learn... together with others."

The Spiral of Creation began to crack. Blue and gold light fissures replaced the white light.

Each crack radiated shimmering light like dormant hope, piercing through the darkness of the struggle with an unexpected brilliance. The blue light symbolized the journey towards imperfection, while the gold hinted at the beauty found in every loss Joanna experienced.

The battle was not yet fully over, but Joanna had opened a significant breach in her perfect version of herself.

This fractured heart pulsed with both doubt and courage, as if signaling that beneath each fragment of perfection lay a strong desire to uncover her true self. With every heartbeat, a melodious anthem of imperfection was born, resonating throughout the arena that had once been dominated by voices of power and the perfection soon to be dismantled.