Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 384 Spiral of Singular Design Joanna Versus Her Own Perfection

Chapter 384 - 384 Spiral of Singular Design Joanna Versus Her Own Perfection

Joanna stood before the New Spiral, motionless in the center of the Origin Filament.

Time around her lingered without ripples.

There were no choices left to explore.

No whispers of possibility filled the air, creating a chilling atmosphere that heightened the tension and uncertainty in the hearts of every individual—a universal experience that illustrated how easily one can become trapped in destabilizing doubt, where this doubt becomes a barrier to the courage needed to take steps toward an uncertain future.

All was silent.

In the face of that emptiness, the Spiral offered only one path: Obedience to a singular will.

"If I don't stop it now," Joanna whispered, her voice almost drowned in the stillness, "the entire future will become a labyrinth trapped in a monotonous outcome."

"And no one will be able to choose again."

With burning determination, she stepped into the Artificial Spiral.

Joanna arrived in a pure, untouched world.

No shadows formed contours,

No horizon limited the view.

There was only one unavoidable path, moving relentlessly forward, defying uncertainty.

In this emptiness, Joanna felt a pressure in her chest, as if there were a deep calling from neglected humanity and lost hope—a gentle voice from her fading past, reminding her that a fulfilled life often arises from challenging and painful experiences, where true beauty is found in vulnerability and the journey towards self-understanding.

Along that path,

Joanna witnessed a life that should have been:

Jeanne and herself... living harmoniously in a village where time seemed to have never inflicted hurt.

A small child ran with curiosity, yet the sound of laughter was drowned in the chilling silence; "Is this what happiness means?" she questioned herself, doubting her own perfection. If happiness were perfect, why did her heart feel so heavy, as if burdened by an invisible weight that hindered her steps forward?

There was no Spiral War.

There was no Chronos.

There was no love that burned.

"This... is the world Veylan desired."

"A world without wounds."

Yet, why do we feel that wounds are necessary to truly experience the depth of life? Joanna vividly recalled the warm embrace of love, the tears that foster genuine maturity, and the experiences that shape our identities—can there be any happiness more precious than all of this, even if it is intertwined with the uncertainties that shroud our life journeys? Herein lies the beauty of life: in the ability to embrace every experience, be it joy or sorrow, as an inseparable part of our journey.

At the end of that path, stood the artificial version of Joanna, enchanting yet cold.

Her pitch-black hair perfectly draped over her shoulders. Her blue-golden eyes shone brightly like the unimpeded sun, seemingly challenging the darkness. The Spiral symbol on her back was flawless, glistening without a flaw, a mark of unyielding strength.

"Welcome, Joanna. I've been waiting for you."

"You've brought too much destruction. I am here to replace you."

"The world does not need a hesitant guardian. The world needs a certain ruler."

Joanna (original):

"I choose to allow others to choose. That means accepting uncertainty. Accepting wounds. Accepting failure."

Joanna (artificial):

"That is a weakness. Decisions should be perfect. Once and for all."

"I offer a world that will no longer fail to embrace my desires."

Joanna (original) looked down, disappointment etched on her face as tears threatened to fall.

"That's the problem. Love that is forced is not love. It's a prison that binds."

"I refuse to let you turn the future into a perfect prison."

Joanna (artificial) raised her hand with a graceful and commanding gesture.

Glyph Singularitas appeared—a pure white light, shimmering like stars in the night sky, free from all contradictions, radiating an aura that was both terrifying and captivating.

"Spiral Absolute: Design of the Immutable Realm," a declaration describing the vision of the world she envisioned, yet drastically eliminating all possibilities for change and growth—what is the value of success if it does not come with the opportunity to learn and evolve within the dynamic context of human life?

(Spiral Absolute: Design of the Unchanging Realm)

An unexpected wave of light froze the ground beneath original Joanna's feet.

The promising possibilities of the future began to fade one by one, like morning dew disappearing as sunlight touched it.

"I will erase your choices.

I will simplify your will into a single path that never fails."

Joanna responded by raising her hand firmly.

The blue-golden thread moved, slow but steady, like a river flowing through sharp rocks, unstoppable and full of determination.

Amid the sharp exchange of words and the simmering energy, the atmosphere became increasingly tense. Philosophies and beliefs clashed like massive waves colliding, transforming tranquility into a storm. One voice, Joanna's authentic voice, echoed a quality of vulnerability within decision-making, while the other, Joanna's artificial voice, radiated the arrogance of preserved perfection, signaling a refusal to embrace fragility.

The voice emerging from the depths of her soul resonated powerfully, soaring defiantly, "What is the worth of perfection without meaning? Without the suffocation and sorrow that teach us valuable lessons?" This question hung in the air, demanding answers from both, like a plume of black smoke rising, creating an inevitable tension, presenting a dilemma between the longing for perfection and the need for a meaningful experience.

As the white light from the Glyph Singularities grew more blinding, Joanna (the original) felt every fiber of her being struggle against an irresistible force, as if a wave of energy was attempting to engulf her. She was committed to embracing imperfection, even as everything around her sought to shroud it with a veil of tempting perfection. In that moment of intensity, an urgent call emerged for her to muster the courage to choose a path filled with uncertainty and challenge, where each step became a defiant statement against established norms, as if the world dared her to paint her own destiny with unexpected colors.

"Fluxwright's Spiral: The Tapestry of Unfinished Will."

(Spiral Penenun: Permadani Kehendak yang Belum Selesai)

"I do not carry perfection. I carry the possibilities that are unfinished, for humanity grows not only through precision... but by learning from uncertainty," her voice resounded, a melody of hope and optimism that encouraged all who heard it to reflect on the true meaning of growth and courage, while keeping their spirit alive.

The original spiral of Joanna collided with the artificial light of Joanna's Singularity—an epic clash that created an explosion of color and energy, revealing not just a physical struggle but also conflicting ideas and philosophies.

The Clash of Powers unfolded in a tense atmosphere, generating a resonance among the clashing ideas—representing the deep struggle between authoritarian forces and individual freedom.

Absolute Spiral:

Erasing different paths, as if wiping away footprints that should not exist.

Freezing divergent wills, imposing rigid limits within a vibrant dynamic.

Closing contradictions, creating a smooth surface yet devoid of depth.

Unfinished Spiral:

Opening new pathways, creating space for ideas to evolve and transform.

Splitting old possibilities, making every new throat a window to infinite potential.

Celebrating contradictions as part of growth, where every liberation from norms becomes a bold and meaningful action, forging new routes for deeper exploration.

Amidst the bright light and deep shadows, the inevitable struggle between perfection and imperfection unfolds. Perfection often appears as a cold mirror, disregarding all that embodies beauty within chaos. However, within the intricacies of imperfection lies a liberating beauty; unique voices whisper of hope and vulnerability, teaching us that true life resides in the courage to express the imperfect.

"There is beauty in chaos," Joanna whispered softly, her eyes shining with conviction like stars sparkling in the dark night. "Every mistake is a footprint of our journey, and every lesson is a vibrant hue enriching the tapestry of our lives—creating a stunning mosaic filled with meaning, where imperfection becomes an essential element of every life story we live."

In this intricate spiral, imperfection is not merely accepted but embraced with love, becoming a driving force for an as-yet-unimagined future; each chosen doubt creates unexpected possibilities, opening pathways for imagination to sketch a deeper and brighter future, illustrating that greatness often arises from the uncertainties we strive to overcome.

A dazzling explosion of white and blue-gold light shattered the artificial path, spreading an enchanting glow all around.

Cracks emerged in that white world, creating a shimmering lattice of light that vibrated and thrummed with hope.

Each crack revealed visions of futures once dismissed, visuals rich with potential and veiled beauty:

The Spiral children, learning to carve their paths with flowing tears and thunderous laughter, reaching for their dreams with courage and steadfastness.

Nations crafting new laws with the gentle art of compromise, rather than unilateral power. Fragile yet profoundly real loves weaving a strong fabric among wounded hearts.

"I choose the unfinished possibility.

I choose a world that daringly fails."

In the midst of this beauty and void, every soul struggles to find their own place, making uncertainty their steadfast companion, with lessons from failure etched in each carefully chosen step, as if inviting them to better understand themselves and the true meaning of life—a journey towards a deep awareness of existence in this complex world.

Artificial Joanna leaped forward, a glowing weapon in hand.

"You will be stopped. Not out of hate. But for the sake of order."

Joanna's voice trembled through the air, challenging the silence with unwavering conviction. In her gaze lay a monumental struggle between perfection and imperfection, the tension between binding laws and untamed freedom. Each word she uttered carried weight, illustrating a battle that transcended mere physical confrontation, depicting a deeper inner conflict.

The true Joanna welcomed her with a Spiral thread, ready to fight not to defeat... but to liberate.

"I will not kill you. I will show you... why imperfection is worthy of love."

"Because humans cannot be perfect," said the true Joanna.

This battle was not merely about victory; it reflected a journey towards self-acceptance, embracing every nuance of existence. Amidst the fierce clash, the beauty of imperfection emerged—a melody of wounds intertwined with hope, where these two figures danced together in an unexpected rhythm, creating harmony within chaos, inviting onlookers to reflect on themselves in the same process.