Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 446 First Room All But Not One

The first step brought them to a boundless space, yet it felt constricted, as if invisible walls were restraining every movement. There was no sky above, only darkness enveloping them. The echo of each step reverberated, creating the illusion that they were walking inside the skull of the world, an entity that refused to think in one direction.

In the midst of the chilling silence, Fitran felt his heart split. Among the choices hanging in the air like an endless night breeze, love and hope stood as two sides of a coin; each equally strong, yet opposing. The more he walked, the deeper he felt trapped in the labyrinth of his own emotions, struggling to decide which path to take: sincere love or a bond that burdens the soul.

Glyphs floated in the air, glowing with a dead golden hue that seemed sacred, forming equations, quotes, formulas, and mantras that stirred the mind. Everything was whole, everything was readable, as if inviting them to translate the hidden meanings.

Σ(x) = ∀y: y ≠ x → ∃m: ¬m(y)

"Truth is a collection of all things that are not itself."

She stepped forward, her mysterious figure defying the darkness. The fire in her hair flickered wildly, igniting without wind, creating a light that flowed in a bold rhythm around them.

"This is a place where all possibilities exist," she said with a resonating voice that echoed, adding tension to the air.

"A place where the first architects of the world store all results... without requiring a cause."

For a moment, the light radiating from her illuminated the room, making Fitran remember the gentle smile that once adorned the face of the one he loved. The weight on his chest felt heavier, as if every word she spoke reminded him of the difficult choice: was he brave enough to sacrifice for the happiness of others, or would he choose to follow his own heart filled with doubt and anxiety?

Fitran nodded slowly, feeling a strange pressure in his chest—not just fear, but more of a restlessness as a being seeking unity. Among the choices that sparkled like stars in the night sky, his heart trembled, as if every mantra floating around him was a reflection of unspoken longing. In this search, he felt a burning hope and a haunting fear of losing everything he loved.

Symbols of magic, logic, and emotion fluttered around him, creating an almost magical atmosphere. Mantras yet to be discovered appeared so clearly, as if they were called to emerge before him:

A mantra to erase death.

A glyph that could rewrite history.

A pact that could create eternal love.

Fitran approached one of the glyphs that glowed softly in the darkness of the room. His hand wanted to touch the glyph named Amor Radix—the magic of the root of love, which was said to unite two hearts without the bounds of will. However, a small voice inside him whispered softly: 'Is eternal love truly real, or just an illusion we create to fill the void?' As if time stopped, he was trapped in suffocating doubt: How great a price must be paid for this choice?

"You can choose it," her voice echoed in the tension-filled space.

"But once you touch one... all the others will disappear."

Fitran pulled his hand back, feeling the weight of the consequences like a large stone hindering his steps. Each choice felt like a world worth exploring, yet simultaneously demanded a sacrifice he was not ready to pay. The concept of love that once seemed like a beautiful dream now appeared less beautiful when witnessed so closely, sparkling with promise but terrifying in reality.

"All but one," he said softly, his voice nearly drowned in the silence of the room.

"This is not a space of gifts. This... is the space of the shattering of meaning."

Suddenly, from the left side of the room, a simulation of himself appeared—a version of Fitran wearing an academic robe, with eyes glowing with power, as if knowledge had transformed him into a different figure. The robe rustled, making a soft sound as it wrapped around his body.

"Why seek one love," it said, "if you can understand all?"

"Why sacrifice yourself for one that cannot be reached, when here—the truth is abundant?"

Fitran felt a wave of emotion crashing into his soul, as if he were trapped at a frozen crossroads of time. Every word felt like a gentle wind whispering in his ear, stirring memories of Rinoa—her enchanting smile, her melodic laughter, and all the precious moments that made his heart race. On one side, there was deep yet painful love, while on the other, freedom from that pain awaited him. In the silence enveloping the room, he asked himself whether his love was a warm embrace that strengthened him, or merely a snare that slowed his steps toward his true destiny.

She did not speak. She merely stood at a distance, watching with a sharp, probing gaze.

"Because..." Fitran replied, his voice trembling, "love is not to be chosen from among the possibilities. Love... only happens once."

"And how can you be sure?" the reflection scoffed with a mocking tone, touching the doubts in Fitran's heart.

"Perhaps your love for Rinoa is merely the closest possibility you chose in a limited space, a shadow in dim light."

Hearing the sharp words from the reflection, Fitran's heart raced faster, its pulse creating a tension that choked his breath. He wanted to defend his feelings, but doubt began to gnaw at the remaining conviction within him. Did he long for Rinoa as his true love, or was she merely an escape from the darkness that always lurked in the corners of his soul? In the chilling silence, he felt uncertainty flowing through his veins, creating an unstoppable whirlpool of emotions.

The space began to change, as if filled with a magical force that shook reality. More glyphs appeared, each glowing with different intensities, dancing in the air. Each new glyph brought a possibility incompatible with the others, creating a labyrinth of choices that confused and haunted Fitran's mind.

In the midst of this chaos, Fitran felt his tears flowing, stealing a moment from the remaining tranquility. Each drop felt like grains of hope mixed with regret, as if parts of himself that were shattered were tossed about in the rain of shining glyphs. In his mind, he was trapped in a debate: did these tears signify lost love or merely an endless illusion?

"Rinoa loves you."

"Rinoa is merely in awe."

"Rinoa never existed."

"Love is merely the result of the will to save."

One by one, the possibilities piled up like stars shining in the night sky, and in that sparkle, they began to negate each other, creating chaos filled with selfishness and longing.

Fitran knelt, his soul feeling heavy as if carrying the weight of the world. In his heart, he murmured to himself, wondering if true love always had to be measured by sacrifice, or if it was merely an illusion he built from his hopes surrounding the darkness. With his head shaking, he tried to dig for the answer buried deep in the valley of his heart.

"Stop..." he whispered, his voice nearly drowned by the unexpected rustling around him.

But the glyphs did not stop. They continued to float, dancing in mystical light, not attacking, but offering—everything.

Presenting all interpretations of life, all versions of reality, and all countless worlds.

And among them...

none could he trust, all felt vague and deceptive, like shadows passing in the dark.

Fitran felt the heaviness of the decision he had to make; each choice felt like a new Chapter he was writing, yet the sentences kept breaking in the void. Was the pain he felt the price to pay for finding true love, or was it merely a sign of the uncertainty enveloping his soul, like fog that would not dissipate?

She finally spoke, her voice echoing, piercing the darkness surrounding them.

"This is a space that rejects singular love."

"Because singular love is a structure.

And structure is a lie in the eyes of the system that sees all."

"But singular love is the only thing that can save you," she continued, her tone filled with warning.

"If you do not choose, all will choose you. And you will be lost within it, trapped in a labyrinth without end."

Fitran stood, wavering between ignoring those voices or accepting them as part of his complex soul. Within him, the question echoed: would he be able to accept the love offered, or would he remain trapped in an endless sea of possibilities, like a ship without direction in the midst of a storm?

He raised his hand. The glowing glyphs around him now spun wildly, creating strange patterns in the air, adding tension to the atmosphere.

One voice echoed from within his chest, breaking the suffocating silence.

"I do not know if my love is the only one," Fitran said, his voice trembling in the space filled with flickering light.

"I do not know if Rinoa loves me," he continued, doubt filling every corner of his mind.

"But I... can only love her. Because the others—have no face."

Suddenly, all the glyphs—all the possibilities—burned.

The space that was once dark transformed into brilliant white, as if the entire world had been erased into a blank, sacred sheet.

Silence enveloped, cutting off every sound, embracing Fitran's heart in a strange tranquility.

Only one symbol remained hanging in the air,

Not a shimmering glyph, not a vibrating mantra.

Only a thin line forming the symbol ∅. The symbol then transformed into an unknown word, strands of letters that slowly disappeared, as if absorbed by the darkness without ever being read.

She turned, her gaze sharp and cynical.

"You have rejected all that you could have, for something that may never be yours," she said, her voice piercing the silence of the cosmos.

Fitran felt a pang of pain touch his soul, like a stream of tears never shed, sadness creeping in and gnawing at his hope. The wind whispered softly around him, and in that silence, he heard his inner call, trapped in the conflict between burning desire and painful reality.

"And that," he revealed, trembling, "is the only decision I made without the system."

He knew this choice could lead to an abyss of emptiness, yet he chose to hold onto the truth, no matter how deep the pain that accompanied it. In the silence that enveloped, he reflected on unrequited love, and how terrifying it was to let something so precious fade into memory.

The first space had been passed,

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for there was only one love he could not repeat, a regret buried in the recesses of his heart.

The Gödel Labyrinth now opened the way to an incomprehensible space, a mysterious dimension filled with Unproven Reflections, where reality and illusion intertwined in the complexity of thought.