Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 387 Veylan’s Wrath and the Rise of the Golden Witch

In the ruins of the Failed Artificial Spiral,

Veylan stood amidst the remnants of the Failed Artificial Spiral, his golden eyes gleaming as if the setting sun cast a halo around him. A gentle breeze whispered through the ruins, creating a silent symphony that echoed among the crumbling walls. All around him, shadows of the past danced softly, reminiscing the beauty that once was. Wild plants bravely grew, challenging the arrogance of the fallen structure, singing a song of resilience and hope.

"If you reject perfection... I will no longer impose the outcome. I will manipulate the process instead,"

"I will create a Spiral where everyone thinks they are choosing, while in reality... all their choices are already designed by me,"

Spiral of Control: Veiled Harmony.

(Spiral of Control: Veiled Harmony)

Before the Spiral Control expanded, the original Joanna and the Artificial Joanna stood side by side, resisting the whispers from the ripples of history radiating around them. Both felt a mixture of sadness and hope, like two sides of the same coin. The rumble from the sky reminded them of the storm lurking nearby, while the tempest in their hearts was equally tumultuous. They felt a magnetic pull toward the desire for freedom but were hindered by the relentless passage of time. The air around them vibrated, laden with unspoken desires and a longing for liberation.

"I no longer wish to be a ruler or a guard," said the Artificial Joanna, her voice trembling as if every word sought to break through the constraints imposed by fate. Cold sweat trickled down her temples, casting a shadow of regret across her face. Each sigh that escaped her lips was an acknowledgment that she had hidden behind the mask of power forced upon her by the Spiral.

"I will surrender all my will to you, Joanna,"

Joanna nodded, her true self shining through. In that moment of tranquility, it felt as if time had stopped, and both of them realized that even in this world filled with illusions, there were still seeds of hope waiting to bloom. The atmosphere around them was imbued with a magical aura, as though the very air was responding to the bond they had forged. A gentle breeze danced through the space, carrying the faint scent of night-blooming flowers, reminding them of the true beauty that lay behind all their pain.

"Let us turn our wounds into threads to fight against the Spiral of Control."

They became one. The Unfinished Spiral and the Absolute Spiral fused into a new thread: the Golden Thread of True Will. In the electrifying silence, a soft light radiated from both sources of energy, signaling the birth of a new power capable of altering the course of fate. The flicker of light created a beautifully shimmering pattern, as if stitching together the reality that had once been torn apart with a new thread of hope.

Veylan manipulates thousands of souls. Each of their choices—marriage, war, love, forgiveness—are guided without their awareness. In the darkness that envelops their minds, a flicker of hope illuminates, urging them to choose freely despite the constraints of fate pressing down. Among the shadows of entangled choices, there exists an incalculable fragment of hope. Each decision resonates throughout the universe, creating a painful yet harmonious symphony. This melody aligns with the heartbeat of life, reminding them that true desires always find a way, even when obstructed by established institutions.

"There are no more failures."

Joanna stepped into the center of Spiral Control. Her threads shimmered with gold, reflecting light that danced in the air, creating an illusion of interrupted space and time. She felt the pulse of power flowing within her, awakening the courage that had long been dormant. A hint of anxiety was replaced by a blazing confidence; she knew that every passing second was an opportunity to forge an unexpected future. Within the dense energy that surrounded her, a gentle whisper echoed, guiding her to look not only within herself but also outward, towards the intricate tapestry of fate filled with new possibilities.

"Unconscious choices are not choices; they are obedience wrapped in illusion." She spoke as if to an entire generation trapped in the threads of fate, emphasizing the importance of awareness in every step taken. Around her, the atmosphere began to stir, as if the wind carried messages from another dimension. Light pulsed against the walls of Spiral Control, seemingly attuned to every word, suggesting Joanna's voice as a spark capable of awakening the hidden awareness trapped within the hearts of each individual.

"Golden Thread: The Reclamation of Free Will."

The Golden Thread split the Spiral Control. This newfound power spread, promising true freedom to those willing to take risks. The energy traversed the atmosphere, embracing souls ensnared in fear and uncertainty, liberating them from the invisible shackles that had long paralyzed their freedom of choice.

Veylan was thrown out of the timeline.

Not killed, nor physically punished, but cast into a fate he could not control: becoming an eternal witness to the small choices of humanity. He could not interfere. He could only observe, feeling the vibrations of each decision as waves that shook the essence of his being. In that bittersweet peace, Veylan watched people struggle in the crowd, confronting dilemmas that hindered them—a beautiful form of art, albeit often filled with mistakes and regrets.

Not physically punished.

But cast into a fate he could not control: becoming an eternal witness to the small choices of humanity. Unable to interfere. He could only observe, feeling the vibrations of each decision as waves that shook the essence of his being. In that bittersweet peace, Veylan witnessed people battling in the crowd, facing dilemmas that obstructed them—a beautiful form of art, even if often laden with errors and regrets.

"If you wish to understand free will," Joanna whispered, her voice soft yet imbued with undeniable strength,

"Watch patiently, and learn not through force, but through understanding." To her, this was the key to unlocking the bonds tightly bound to uncertainty and ignorance. Around them, the pulsing light symbolized the endless passage of time, where lessons awaited to be understood. It was as if the universe reflected the rhythm of awareness presented by those words, marking the beginning of a journey toward enlightenment.

Veylan vanished into the currents of time. He longed to return to the past, yet could only observe from afar.

In suffocating silence, shadows of the past invaded his mind; fleeting seconds and precious moments would never return. His heart wavered between longing and hope, as if time itself were a creature that mocked his pain.

Time passes. People in various places begin to understand and feel the power of the choices they make—not just as individuals, but as part of a larger network. Fragments of wisdom spread, uniting souls filled with a passion for freedom, instilling hope amidst uncertainty. As evening approaches and the sun sets, the golden light greets them, reminding everyone that each choice carries far-reaching consequences.

Yet, voices rise from the depths of their souls, urging them to take risks, even when the path ahead is unclear.

People start to whisper legends:

At a moment when choices seem impossible, a golden light appears, opening new paths. This light shines in the darkness, illuminating hesitant souls. Like stars beckoning to be followed, it guides steps toward true freedom. The voices echo loudly in the silent night, inviting every listener to connect with their destiny and challenging them to move forward.

A woman dressed in a robe of time carries a thread of light.

She is called The Golden Witch. With graceful movements, her robe shimmers in the light, as if every sway of the fabric tells stories of the journeys she has traversed. Before her, the wise light emanating from the glowing thread seems to strive to unravel the tangled knots, offering hope to those who have lost their way.

"She does not force you to choose. She merely opens doors when all doors are closed."

"She does not ask for praise; she walks quietly among the pathways of time." In the silence, people sense her presence, like a refreshing breeze in the midst of life's clamor, guiding them to look within their hearts, seeking hidden answers. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

On the precipice of time, Joanna stands, the wind whispering secrets from the past and the future, enveloping her in gentle murmurs as if paying homage to her existence. The soft glow of the thread she carries sparkles, creating a divine illusion, as if striving to reach the unreachable sky. In the stillness, the voice of the universe seems to hum gently, adding depth to the moment. Each gust of wind carries the scent of nostalgia, mingling with the essence of time that lingers in the heart.

Beta appears beside her, smiling gently, yet his eyes hold immeasurable depth.

"The world no longer knows you as Joanna Fate."

"But they call you... The Golden Witch."

"I don't need a name," Joanna replied,

"As long as people can choose... I'm enough."

Her words hung in the air, rich with meaning. Around her, shadows of time drifted, telling tales of choices and consequences, while the radiant threads of light served as a reminder of hope that never fades.

As souls wove themselves into countless stories, Joanna felt her resolve strengthening. Each choice she had ever made was etched into her being, becoming part of a legacy that transcended her own existence.

And with that, Joanna—Golden Witch—continued her solitary journey, safeguarding the unseen will of those who went unnoticed by the world. With every step she took, a trace was left behind, a mantra for those who chose to believe that even behind the veil of reality, choices were always present, holding immeasurable power.

As if calling out, the light at the end of the path reminded her of a journey still unfinished. Free will, like a fine thread woven into the fabric of time, waited to be unraveled and explored more deeply.