Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time Chapter 280 Plain Stones — Traces of Forgotten Kings

Silence still envelops the Center Stones.

But behind the crystal pillars that once served as galiths for the Guardians,

the wind carries the scent of ancient earth.

In this silence, it seems there is a voice whispering,

revealing buried history,

that every speck of soil here holds long and profound stories.

Fitran and Rinoa stand at the threshold of a new area:

Plain Stones.

Here,

not only magic or will is embedded,

not only magic or will is embedded, but also mories that encompass the profound significance of entire lost civilizations, revealing their cultural essence and accomplishnts.

The moonlight dances upon the stones,

as if signaling the secrets of the heavens above that are ready to be unveiled.

They step down the natural stone steps.

Below them, a stony expanse unfolds,

as if the whole world turns into a mute blue-gray landscape.

Plain Stones.

The land that beca the center of:

Religious practices,

Ancestors' gatherings,

Astronomical observations,

including ancient burials that silently witness the intricate history of civilization, standing as a testant to the lives once lived and the legacies left behind.

Here, the kings of Gaia are interred.

Here, the nobles who defied the will of the heavens now rest beneath the massive stones.

In the sky, constellations of stars shimr, as if holding the radiant souls,

guiding the steps of every traveler brave enough to explore.

At the heart of Plain Stones stands a massive circular structure:

Stone Star.

Two hundred stones rise upright, each reaching a height of approximately 10 ters, creating an impressive and majestic presence that captivates every visitor.

Weighing over 20 tons each,

they are arranged in a circular pattern that follows the paths of ancient stars.

On the surface of each stone:

Embedded are Blue Stones, which are believed to possess taphysical qualities that connect the earthly realm with deeper universal energies.

This hard blue rock radiates a soft purple glow as the sun begins to set,

inviting all beings to pause and reflect for a mont.

According to the druids,

Blue Stones are not rely decorative.

They believe these stones possess healing properties,

not only to heal the body but also to nd will and soul, offering hope to those who are downcast.

In the stillness, they feel a profound connection with the universe's energy, as if each cosmos offers an uplifting strength to the soul seeking healing. The stones convey a language that resonates only with a sincere heart, revealing insights lost to ti.

"When your will wavers,

Blue Stones will reflect your courage back."

In the midst of the majestic stone circle,

a large table lies at the center —

Circa, the heart of the ritual taking place in this mystic location.

As if born from the womb of the earth itself, Circa awaits, guarding a century-old secret. The harmony between the stones and the sky is reflected on its surface, rging into a single tale of epochs etched in the shadows of ti.

Made from magnetic rock,

its smooth surface bears faint, yet significant Proto-Speech carvings, depicting the depths of knowledge for those who are able to read them.

Legend has it that it was used to heal suffering kings,

And... to test whether their will is still worthy of leading the world.

Each scratch on its surface tells the tale of forgotten stories, calling forth the history of the past to speak again to those willing to listen.

Fitran placed his hand on Circa.

The gentle vibrations traveled up his arm.

This was no ordinary magic.

But the remnants of the ancestors' will.

"Those who have departed are not truly dead.

They await to see if our will is stronger than their wounds."

The wind blew softly.

A gentle mist hovered above the ground.

The air here felt heavier,

not from the temperature...

but from the aning bound in every stone.

Every dew drop clinging to the leaves appears like a bead of hope in the search for lost strength, rging with the gentle breeze that carries whispers from those who lie beyond the bounds of ti.

In the distance,

there are small pillars visible —

the remnants of the star observatory of ancient druids and mages.

It was there that they read the constellations,

linking the paths of the Void with the seasons and destinies.

As if the shimring stars were guiding the chosen ones, hinting at sothing grand and beyond re existence.

"They believe that the stars not only indicate ti.

The stars reveal the hidden will, laden with aning and symbolism for those who observe.

The new sky, a captivating result of the Grand Cross Fitran, now displays a unique star pattern, never before recorded by anyone, symbolizing the convergence of destinies and the awakening of new possibilities. On the dark canvas of the sky, vibrant hues of green and purple intertwine, creating an illusion of the aurora that symbolizes the rich energy flowing through every stone. The sky resembles a canvas of life, where each star is a small dot of hope and curiosity, harboring the secrets of the universe yet to be unveiled.

Rinoa walked slowly,

her fingers brushing against the Blue Stones on one of the nhirs. Each touch seed to summon ancient whispers from within the stones, voices that could only be heard by those who believed. A gentle breeze felt like a song of ritual from forgotten tis, inviting brave souls to listen more deeply.

"I can hear their voices.

The voices of kings, nobles, and even the guardians who have turned to ashes."

"They do not regret their defeat.

They are grateful that their will continues,

even though its form has changed."

Her eyes were filled with emotion.

But I still felt fear, because this responsibility is so great and terrifying.

For this will... is imnse.

Even greater than the force that destroyed Gamma."

Fitran gazed at the Stone Star and the Plain Stones surrounding him, feeling the incredibly powerful energy vibrating among the ancient stones. The whispering wind seed to tell vivid stories of the history buried within them. The gentle breeze made the surrounding leaves quiver, enhancing the mystical atmosphere that enveloped the area and inviting deeper contemplation.

"I am afraid.

Because what we choose is not only power but also aning, which will determine whether the world will thrive or collapse before the eyes of history.

But it is aning that will dictate whether the world will survive or fall."

In the silence, the faint shadows of past threats began to surface in their minds, reminding them of the heavy choices they faced. They exchanged glances, signaling a deep understanding of the responsibility they bore.

"And for that... we must move forward.

Not as rulers.

But as those who bear the wounds of their own choices and strive to rebuild.

From Circa, a faint light began to shine.

But from the will of a world that has embraced change, it symbolized a new hope for a better future.

In that light, they could see the images of stars beginning to twinkle in the sky, silent witnesses to humanity's thoughtful steps.

The proto-speech circle surrounding the Stone Star began to shine with the light of eternity:

"aning chosen with wounds will endure longer than re power, for it is through shared narratives of struggle that true strength is forged."

will endure longer than power."

A distant, lodious voice echoed like the singing of gods among the stones, reminding them of the intricate web of fate woven by the hands of ti. Each shining light seed to represent not just hope, but a yearning for a better world founded on deeper aning, unity, and responsibility.

"Those who stand here do not rule.

They bear witness."

Plain Stones has now beco more than just a grave.

It serves as the stage for the birth of a new world.

In the sky, new stars ford a spiral symbol.

The sa spiral that existed behind Fitran during the Grand Cross.

A silent declaration:

That the aning of the world is no longer dictated by guardians, gods, or ancestors.

Instead, it is shaped by the will they choose together.

In a haunting silence, the whisper of the wind weaves a lody understood only by souls deeply tied to this land, gently caressing the towering trees surrounding them. The stars, as if granting their blessing, twinkle with colors never seen before, radiating an aura of eternity.

With wounds.

With love.

And with the courage to bear their own fears.

Fitran holds Rinoa's hand.

They stand amidst the silent yet resonant Plain Stones of the past.

They are no longer walking towards the future.

They are the future itself.

Each stone here holds a story, etched by ti and emotion, a reminder that sotis, in silence, we are found. The soft light of the moon above envelops them in a mystical glow, as if every shadow bears silent witness to the unspoken promises of yore.