Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 410 Before Aspiratum — Will Before Will

The final step brought Rui through the non-rotating spiral gate, transporting her into an environment devoid of light, darkness, temperature, time, or direction, where only one sensation persisted: the awareness that everything might never need to exist.

In the midst of this ocean of non-existence, Rui felt the weight of infinite thoughts, like a burden tied to her inner self. In this cosmic silence, her mind floated, tracing the fine lines between existence and non-existence, trying to touch the unreachable. Every second felt like an eternity, flowing slowly and affirming deep fears and unexpected wonders.

This is the space before origin. A place that cannot even be called a "place."

And within it resided an entity that was neither a creature, nor a god, nor a will.

Aspiratum.

Rui stood before something... and could not see it. She tried to focus her eyes and saw billions of overlapping forms: dragons, babies, stars, doors, numbers, Joanna's face, her mother's voice, Qayin laughing, her own aging and decaying self.

In that visual chaos, Rui felt every memory of her life laid out before her soul, like pages rolled up in an unread novel. Those sweet and bitter memories all gathered to dance in silence, reminding Rui of the journey she had taken while also revealing unanswered questions.

She closed her eyes... and instead saw more clearly.

A voice emerged, not from outside, not from within, but from the void of meaning.

"You have transcended the Spiral."

"You have pierced time, defied fate, merged with emptiness."

"What do you seek, Yu Rui Fei Lin?"

Rui slowly bowed her head.

"I want to know... why must will exist?"

Aspiratum did not answer with words. Instead, Rui felt an experience implanted directly into her soul:

She saw a world created only to be destroyed again.

In her vision, the world passed like light reflected from the surface of still water, while she continued to gaze into it, hoping to find answers to the profound questions. Every creature born in that world seemed created with a longing to understand, yet at the same time, ensnared in the same cycle of emptiness.

She felt the hunger of the first creature that did not know why it had to eat.

She heard the cries of a child forbidden to choose her own toy.

In her ears, that cry echoed as a plea from a trapped heart—a manifestation of the hope to have control over her little world. Rui felt a tightness in her chest, as if caught between the past and the present, where the desire to choose was a right that every creature should possess.

She saw the gods fighting for names, even though those names had never been agreed upon.

Witnessing the meaningless battle, Rui felt like a leaf tossed in an endless wild storm, questioning, "What is the meaning of a name if no soul animates it?" She wanted to shout that courage is not just about fighting; it is equally about creating and nurturing meaning in every choice made—a comprehensive spiritual journey through the complexities of identity and existence.

Then the voice of Aspiratum spoke:

"Will... is the first wound of existence."

"Once something desires... it is already imperfect."

Rui stood still.

In that silence, her mind burned with doubt and resolution. The wound felt by Aspiratum became a poignant mirror reflecting her own soul, torn between the deep desires of life and the harsh realities she faced. She began to understand that the purpose of life is not merely to erase these wounds but rather to learn to control them; to accept them as intrinsic to a greater journey, where every experience contributes uniquely to the intricate tapestry of her identity.

"But it is the wound that makes us want to heal."

Every word of Aspiratum echoed within her soul, reminding her of all her efforts to find answers behind mistakes. Rui felt the tension adding a bitter taste in her mouth as she journeyed through memories trapped in the empty space. What if this wound is not merely a pain point, but a profound prelude to a greater desire—the necessary courage to navigate back to the right path, even when it winds through risks, uncertainties, and potential heartache?

"If everyone just remains silent and does not choose, this world will be nothing more than an empty space."

Aspiratum trembled. Not physically. But existentially. The pillars of possibility began to crack.

Rui felt as if time had slowed down, each second becoming a deep reflection. In that tension, she awakened from silence, looking around her, and felt the weight of responsibility enveloping her. What could she choose if there was no voice accompanying her choice? Here, in the midst of turmoil like a swirling storm, her choices would determine the direction of everything, acting as the mover of every possible future.

"You wish to preserve existence... even after knowing that all origin is a mistake?"

Rui looked up, towards the form of Aspiratum that now resembled a vortex consuming itself.

"Not because existence is right..."

With a firm and trembling voice, she poured out her vulnerability and courage. She felt as if peeling the skin from her wounded soul, exposing every fear and doubt. "But because someone like Joanna, who chooses to shine even knowing she will fade."

"And I... want to keep that light."

In her heart, Rui was certain that the choice to shine even in darkness still existed. It was as if she struggled to embrace every promise she had made to herself, knowing that even in darkness, hope always remained.

Suddenly, Rui was thrown into fragments of reality:

In one world, she killed Joanna herself to save the Spiral.

Rui felt her heart racing. In every world she saw, there was one common thread—uncertainty. She felt tossed between painful choices and those that might save. What truly must be chosen if all choices have stinging consequences?

In another world, she became Chronos, who was never defeated.

In that greatness, she realized that even mastering time did not guarantee happiness. When holding all time, she also bore the burden of every moment she had lived. In mastery, Rui recognized that the importance of time did not lie in power, but in living each second fully.

In the next world, she lived peacefully, but knew that Joanna never existed.

She was asked, in the context of a heavy choice:

"Choose one of these three distinct fates."

Rui stood between those three realities.

And refused them all.

In the moment of refusal, Rui felt one great truth penetrate her soul—that true selection is not simply about making a choice between existing alternatives, but a daring and deliberate decision to stand on her own feet, even if it means rejecting everything the world offers in pursuit of an unexpected and authentic path.

"I do not want possibilities. I want reality—which, though bitter, is mine."

In her mind, memories and hopes clashed like turbulent waves, creating a beautiful yet chaotic symphony of unexpected feelings. Every choice she had ever made surged forth, illuminating the once-empty spaces in her mind. She felt not just the act of choosing but the powerful act of creating herself through rejection—rediscovering the potential buried deep within her very being.

For the first time since the beginning of time... Aspiratum was silent.

Rui felt the space begin to collapse.

She was not afraid.

Around her, shadows of the past trembled, trying to whisper doubt. Yet, from the depths of her heart, something stronger urged her forward. She was the architect of her own destiny; no one could hold back her desire to step forward, even if that step led to uncertainty.

"If you are the origin of all rejection... then allow me to be the origin of all forgiveness."

"Not because I am right."

"But because I love... what I have chosen."

Rui opened her eyes.

She stood before the core of Aspiratum, a sphere of pure consciousness—one she could take, or she could destroy.

In those moments, her relationship with reality felt deeper. Every heartbeat resonated with decision, as if the entire universe awaited the outcome of that action. She felt connected to every being, every voice muffled by silence; she was not just Rui, but all who had ever lived and dreamed. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

And the final voice sounded:

"If you touch me, you will become the new place for all failed wills."

"And no one can save you."

Rui raised her hand.

"Then... I will be the birthplace of a world that can still hope."

In that climactic moment, it was as if all past experiences and possible futures merged into one profound nexus. Without a trace of doubt, she grasped the true essence of courage: the ability to create hope, even amidst the consuming emptiness. Though she knew there might be no way back, she no longer viewed it as a burden, but as an exhilarating freedom.

And she touched the core of Aspiratum.