Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time Chapter 427 A Song That Never Was Written — The Step of Two

Without wind. Without stars. Without the light from the sky usually filled with the symbols of Alpha magic, the atmosphere felt empty and desolate, like the beginning before sothing extraordinary occurred.

However, from a distance, sothing could be heard—a gentle lody weaving through the night air.

It was neither a human voice nor a spell they were accustod to.

It flowed softly, like a call from the past, before any will was shaped, before nas were inscribed, and before love and curses could be differentiated, creating a contrast between desire and a dark reality.

Rui slowly looked up, sensing an unusual vibration in her heart.

"Do you hear that?" she asked, her voice trembling in the silence.

Joanna held her breath, her eyes widening as she listened.

"Yes..." she replied, almost in a whisper.

"That's not a sound from this world," Rui added cautiously.

With an irresistible sense of curiosity, Joanna and Rui began to move toward the direction of the sound, as if drawn by a magnet.

They stepped through ancient ruins, weaving between creeping crystal roots and glyph-less stones, places even the Alpha witches had forgotten. In the silence, the world around them seed to erase the traces of unwanted history, and now they walked upon stories that had been rejected by ti.

They stepped through ancient ruins, navigating between creeping crystal roots and stones void of glyphs, places even the Alpha sorcerers had forgotten. In the silence, the world around them seed to erase the unwanted traces of history, and now they walked upon the tales that had been rejected.

Among the ruins, a gentle breeze whispered while carrying the soft fragrance of night flowers, as if delivering unspoken ssages from the marginalized ancestors. In the interplay of light and shadows, they felt the presence of lingering souls, trapped in an everlasting, boundless circle of ti, inviting them to reflect on the lives that once existed.

Rui tightly held Joanna's hand, as if drawing strength from their connection.

"I feel... that the voice knows who we are," she said with hopeful undertones.

"Or perhaps," Joanna wisely replied, "it is asking... if we know who we are."

The voice led them to a hidden valley, shrouded in thick fog and protective magic that enveloped every corner. There, they beheld it: an ancient village, buried in mystery and mories of the past.

Ancient village.

At the edge of the valley, mysterious silhouettes danced and twirled in the mist, hinting at a life long neglected yet never entirely lost. Among the walls of houses made from water and light, whispers of trapped prayers resonated: a call to return to origins, to the embrace of the eternal Alpha magic that transcends ti.

However, this was not an ordinary Alpha village. Its houses were ford from foggy glass and shadows, as if they were never truly real, creating a deceiving illusion. Each building appeared to be a reflection of sothing never fully created, echoing the hopes and longings that lay dormant. In every corner, soft light shimred, as if souls were trapped within the transparent material, striving to reach a world that had vanished.

Joanna whispered:

"This is not an ordinary village. This... place

Unlike other Alpha villages, its houses are made of misty glass and shadows, exuding an aura that makes it seem as if they never truly existed. Each building appears to be a reflection of sothing that has not yet been fully created, elusive and magical. At every corner of the village, soft light glimrs, as if souls are trapped vibrating in silence, painting unfulfilled hopes and forgotten mories in the tapestry of ti.

Joanna whispers:

"This is not an ordinary village. This... is a place where rejected mories gather."

Rui touches the wall of one of the houses—she feels it is translucent yet warm. It is as if the wall embraces her, channeling long-lost wisdom, inviting them to rember what should have been forgotten, tracing the long journey of buried emotions.

From behind the misty door, a figure erges.

Neither a man nor a woman, its form is blurred, like a faint and half-erased mory. Yet, it sings—a lancholic voice that they have heard since the beginning, seeping into their souls. The lody intertwines with the sigh of the wind, as if carrying ssages from the lost realm, whispering secrets tightly held in the heart of this village, as if inviting them to listen to stories yet to be unveiled.

"Where is your na, oh child of the forgotten wounds?"

"Where is your ho, oh light that the sky does not desire?"

Joanna slowly lowered her gaze, feeling the unspoken weight, a heavy impression as if she were shouldering a long history. She understood that this place was not a welcoming ground, but rather a testing arena that would determine their fate.

This place... tests.

All around her, shadows danced gently, seemingly inviting forth the latent power within each soul. Each heartbeat of Joanna resonated in the air, flowing with a harmony that could only be captured by chosen listeners, filling the atmosphere with vibrations rich in aning.

The figure approached, exuding a mysterious aura that clung to every movent, as if embodying both hope and fear. Joanna's curiosity urged her to inquire deeper about the purpose of its presence here.

Yet, she remained silent. Still, sothing within that figure compelled Joanna to speak, stirring the latent desire within her to be acknowledged.

"We did not co to lift the curse..."

As if responding to that whispered voice, the wind softly rustled, guiding hope through the darkness that enveloped them. A faint light flickered around them, as if reacting to every uttered word, forming a delicate bridge between the visible and the invisible, between the real world and the forsaken.

"We ca... because there is nowhere else."

"We ca because... the Alpha world does not recognize us."

"But we still want to love... and to live."

Rui stood beside her. Her voice was soft yet clear, like a whisper of wind in the dead of night:

"We do not wish to be worshiped. We do not wish to be pitied."

As those words flowed, the sky seed to bow, gathering the attention of the entire universe. Gray clouds rolled across the horizon, preparing for unpredictable weather, as if bearing silent witness to the confessions of alienated souls.

"We only want... a place where one does not have to kill to be rembered."

The figure trembled gently, and soon after, the sound of her singing transford.

"If you co because the world does not write you..."

"...then you may write this world."

She opened her hands gently, and from her fingers flowed bright fragnts of light, slowly transforming into fragnts of earth, little rivers, and clusters of miniature stars that sparkled.

From the light she held, it pulsed softly like the heartbeat of the universe, inviting the souls who listened to co closer. A delicate lody filled the air, as if a gentle breeze sang songs long forgotten. Each flowing fragnt carried a story, presenting a hope that awaited to be awakened and brought back to life.

"This... is not an ordinary gift to receive."

"This is waste material that has been discarded, yet it still holds potential."

In the seemingly frozen space, a magical aura infiltrates every pore, as if giving voice to dreams. That voice whispers softly from past deeds, reminding of the latent power within. Each elent urges to be revived through hands filled with hope, eager to create wonders.

"You can create with that. But there is one condition..."

"Your previous world... wrote with an unimaginable strength."

"With truth. With the blood that was shed in every struggle."

"However, this land... can only be written with a will that does not seek victory, depicting a deeper understanding of love and sacrifice."

Joanna fell silent, absorbing every word spoken, as if engaged in a profound inner debate.

Rui looked at her, tracing her still frail face, but her eyes sparkled with the clarity of hope. In that gaze, there seed to be a deep understanding, intertwined with the entire story etched in the vast dark sky. A desire erged, piercing the darkness, yearning for more than re victory; a passion to live and create, to build sothing aningful. "We do not have to retaliate. We just need to build."

In the midst of the valley, they planted the first stone. Joanna touched the stone, imbuing it with a gentle light from the shimring Codex Harmonia, spreading a bright glow like morning dew. Rui, with steadfast determination, added dust from the Qayin binding ritual, which shimred faintly, carrying an aura of mystery and preserved power.

Between them, a soft wind whispered, as if reminding them that the elents of nature supported each step they took, whispering hope that flourished in the vibrations of the universe. The light from the stone began to pulse, creating magical patterns that danced in the air, reflecting the newly born hopes in a srizing array of colors.

From there, a small house began to grow, slowly lifting its form from the earth.

But enough, simple yet aningful, a place that will be filled with stories hovering between love and curses, making it more than just a physical structure.

Enough to hold a single na, a single love, and a single curse that seeks to live... not to destroy.

As the walls of the house were patiently built, the gentle sounds of nature seed to echo all around, celebrating the birth of a new place colored with the essence of love, intertwining every dark shadow that had ever surrounded them in an inseparable weave, giving new aning to their existence.

The figure stepped back and said:

"When the world wants to know who you are..."

"...tell them that you are children of the love that withstands the test of ti and challenges."

The voice of the figure resonated, soaring beyond the boundaries of ti and space, as if inviting the universe to listen to their story. Each word flowed out like a chant, summoning a higher power to protect and empower them with the wonders of the cosmos.

"And if they wish to destroy you..."

"...let them know that you never wished to retaliate."

Joanna and Rui sat on the stairs of their small house, captivated by the beauty of the night surrounding them. In the dark sky, new stars began to twinkle, like jewels radiating a soft light as a sign of hope. In that mont, the shimring light from the stars seed to pulse, creating an invisible web that protected and watched over their life's journey, suggesting that their story would never be interrupted.

Rui gently leaned her shoulder against Joanna's, savoring the warmth emanating from one another. "Are we going to stay here?" she asked hopefully.

"For now," Joanna replied calmly, her gaze fixed on the vast sky. "Until the world is ready to hear our story."

Rui looked at her, uncertain. "And what if it's not ready?"

Joanna responded with a warm embrace, holding her tightly. In that embrace, the warmth of their love blended with the heartbeat of nature around them, creating a symphony of life that would never fade. "Then we will keep living. And our love... will sing this story again," she affird, reinforcing their determination to endure and share their tiless love with the world.