Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 383 Custodian of the Unchosen Joanna’s Quiet Return

In a world that is redefining its laws, not a single history book includes the name Joanna in full.

She is referenced in poetry as the "weaver of blue fire," a mysterious figure who holds unexpected power. In folklore, she is known as the "woman between times," as if navigating dimensions unseen by the ordinary human eye.

In the land of Fractus Dei, the name Joanna is spoken with a tone of fear—a taboo that could lead to the death penalty for anyone daring to utter it. This reflects the tension of the social norms and laws surrounding her figure, highlighting the depth of fear and stigma attached to her. However, amid the small decisions that alter the fate of the world, Joanna's presence silently perseveres.

After being saved by Beta, Joanna is no longer bound to a single place. She traverses uncharted paths, acting as if her time is limitless, ensuring that:

The decisions do not fall into repeated wounds. Possibilities do not create new curses. The Spiral children can grow without being forced to choose too early, like flowers nurtured in sunlight without shadows.

The First Three Paths She Fixed

A Baby Born Outside of Time

In a small village hidden on the outskirts of Echoing Vale, a baby was born into this world, yet never experienced the journey of time. Time seemed to forget him, as the baby's life path was rejected by the broken Spiral.

Joanna wove a knot from the threads of her old time, wrapping the tiny body of the baby in a soft glow that radiated warmth. Tomorrow returned to him as if time had finally decided to welcome the child.

"Welcome to this world," Joanna whispered, her voice gentle and soothing, like morning dew caressing the leaves.

"You do not need to bear the burden of my choices."

Her face was soft, like shimmering morning dew, holding unexpected courage behind her kindness, reminding us of the power of empathy. Carefully, she extended her hand, gently brushing the baby's forehead, feeling the pulse of life striving to break free from the bonds of the world. In the captivating silence, she whispered, "Do not worry, little one. I am here to guide you, not to control you."

As the threads of time began to shimmer with a magical glow, she sensed the presence of a looming dark threat, the haunting shadows of an uncertain future. In her heart, Joanna vowed to protect not only this baby but also all souls ensnared in a flawed and perilous web of fate, reflecting the responsibility often shouldered by unexpected heroes.

With agility, Joanna stepped into the ethereal dimension, resolutely weaving back together the frayed fabric of time. She did so with clarity of mind and conviction, absorbing every layer of light that radiated hope and courage for the world. "We are the architects of our fate, and I will prove it," she murmured, enveloping time around the baby like a sturdy and warm protective cloak, reminding us that even the smallest actions can have a significant impact.

In the night of decisions, the two paths crushed against each other in her mind, as if every imagined choice bore an unbearable weight. In the everyday world, she felt as though she had to choose a tragic path, sacrificing one love for another.

However, Joanna gently steered the unexpected thread of fate. "There is strength in your choices," she said, her voice flowing softly like the whispering wind among the leaves, bringing hope and warmth. She gazed at Lareth with a deep, hopeful look, preparing his spirit for a greater battle within his soul—a struggle between love and duty that reflected the moral dilemmas often faced. "Every destiny has its light and dark sides, and sometimes we must confront both to discover which path to choose."

It was as if she was carving out space for a new path that had never been imagined before:

Lareth failed to be the hero... yet chose to save one small child in that ravaging war.

And that child... would later become a poet, writing the history of the Spiral in tones of peace, transforming sorrow into beauty through words that resonated in the soul. This reflects the extraordinary potential to create change through art, reminding us of the essential role of art in conveying profound emotional stories, much like the great poets throughout history who have reshaped societal perspectives through their works.

A mother who has lost all her children in the collision of time

At the edge of the Hollow Spiral,

Time explodes like an open hourglass, scattering in every direction and tearing apart the long-standing silence. Her children are gone, not dead, but... trapped in a dimension untouched by the present, creating a profound uncertainty for the mother.

Joanna steps slowly through the ripples of time, feeling the vibrations echoing around her.

She moves gracefully, as if diving into an ocean of silence and darkness enveloping her. "Every loss carries a story that must be brought home," she says, extending her hand toward a small spiral point, sensing the distant vibration calling her.

She touches the small spiral point with a blazing hope in her heart.

One of them returns.

And the mother weeps—not from the bitter loss... but because she can feel the embrace she has longed for, signifying the strength of a bond that knows no boundaries of time, a heartfelt moment amidst deep sorrow.

On a secluded cliff of time,

Joanna sat calmly, her hands deftly twisting the shimmering spiral thread. Each movement of her fingers seemed to weave together a destiny unspooled, conjuring a tapestry of sweet memories and long-buried hopes, as if she were calling back a lost past.

Beta suddenly emerged from behind the ripples of vibrating reality.

"You have saved many small paths. But the world will soon see a larger chaos."

"Chaos is part of evolution," Joanna replied, her voice deep and reflective, mingling with the gentle breeze that whispered through the air. "Without it, there can be no growth."

She could feel the intricate connections of time she had touched, and the immense responsibility now resting upon her strong shoulders.

"Every knot, every path, contributes to the entire mosaic of life. I will not shy away from this."

Joanna did not answer immediately. She gazed at the sky, still not fully healed, with a faint blue hue embracing the horizon, adorned with soft touches of clouds.

Then, in a quiet yet determined voice, she said:

"I cannot save the world... but I can tend to one knot at a time."

"That's enough," Beta replied, realizing that while significant change might seem daunting, the desire to do what is right and to maintain one knot at a time was already a meaningful step in the long journey towards justice and healing.

Beta smiled, her expression gentle and understanding, before slowly fading away.

One night,

as the moonlight illuminated the lake of time, Joanna sat weaving a spiral thread, creating a soothing pattern. Suddenly, a small and soft voice emerged from the distance, breaking the silence of the night.

It wasn't Beta's voice,

It wasn't the voice of the world.

But the voice of a child...

"Mom... does the world always look like this? Do all people have to choose and regret?" she asked, reflecting the uncertainty commonly experienced by many when facing a complex and conflicted reality.

Do all people have to choose and regret?"

Joanna smiled, although her gaze held a deep longing, as if reflecting the depths of an unpredictable ocean. She felt the heavy burden of every choice made and left behind, like stones settled at the bottom of her heart. Gently, she replied, "Sometimes, choices take us far. Yet, each path we take has its own beauty."

"Remember, my child, every decision is a thread we weave into our lives, forming a beautiful picture even when it appears complex. Every experience—good or bad—shapes who we are, and often, the hidden meaning lies in the journey itself," he added, gazing far into the horizon of life filled with possibilities.

Joanna moved lightly, each of her movements painting a timeline with a gentle touch, like a brush creating a picture on an invisible canvas. She did not know where the voice was coming from—perhaps from the glimmering future hidden behind the fog of reality.

"No," she replied softly, her voice seeming to tremble in the air. "As long as there is someone who watches over your path of choices... you can choose... and remain whole. That is the power and beauty of this universe—the ability to grow and learn from each experience that leads us to a better place.

With great attention, Joanna felt the flow of energy surrounding her, as if every thread she wove came to life, vibrating in an unspoken harmony. Amidst the dancing light and the lurking darkness, she whispered to the fabric of time, "Don't worry; even in complexity, there is a way to restart and mend."

Joanna stepped back into the flow of time, like an unstoppable river current. She was unknown. Neither worshipped nor hated.

Yet, in every decision that did not lead to destruction... in every love that was not consumed by the law... there was a thread of blue-golden that softly wove through, signifying hope and resilience.

That was Joanna.

She was simply the guardian of the forgotten path, faithfully preserving the stories intertwined within the fabric of time.