Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 485 There Was a Place for You After All

Void lurked like the mysterious night fog, filling the space with a chilling uncertainty that made every corner feel desolate. There were no flashes of magic shining, no vibrations of spells that swept into the stinging void. In the profound silence, a sense of loneliness clung tightly to Void, forming an inseparable bond and emphasizing the existing sorrow. She felt trapped in consciousness—a complex and winding system, yet within it burned an overflowing desire to understand the meaning of existence. Even in this tedious emptiness, the seeds of feeling began to struggle, trying to penetrate its legendary and organized coldness.

In the midst of this strangely felt tranquility, Voidwright—formerly known as Nullam Deus—stood without a defensive structure, naked and vulnerable. She began to feel a burden on her shoulders that had never existed before, an undefined sorrow creeping through her soul, accompanied by a curiosity she had never experienced as an entity before—as if she were now faced with a mirror reflecting various shades of humanity. Her body now appeared like that of a young woman, with pale skin that had lost its identity, and a pair of eyes that did not seek answers... but rather posed questions.

The voice that emerged from her lips cracked, like the echo of someone who had just learned to pronounce her own name, signaling an inevitable vulnerability. "All this time, I have only been law."

"But today... I just want to ask: Can I still exist... even if I am not perfect?"

Fitran gazed at her with deep intensity, his greeting piercing through the silence. Although there was no smile blooming on his face, the warmth radiating from his heart seemed to gently embrace Void, asking for nothing in return. Fitran's expression hinted at a profound understanding, as if he could feel the emotional burden that Void now carried like a pile of dark clouds that was almost unbearable, stemming from a life experience full of complexity.

"There is a place for you... even if you do not know how to name yourself," he said, his words flowing gently yet powerfully, urging Void to embrace her imperfect existence.

"Because love is not about understanding all of you. Love... is staying even when the beloved is still broken."

Void, who had been cold and sterile all this time, began to record her presence in a new and unexpected way. Not in lined numbers or a cold system, but in small echoes: voices, memories, whispers. Each echo that emerged was like ripples on the surface of calm water, bringing a new vibration she had never experienced—a depth of emotion that was astonishing and transcended the logical structure that had been her foundation. With each interaction with Fitran, Void drew closer to a deeper understanding of love and vulnerability that touched the heart. Fitran's voice, though soft, awakened something new within her, creating a magnificent bridge between the cold world and the warm inner space, where her true feelings began to grow rapidly.

And from there, the Gödelian Codex issued one final sentence:

"There was a place for you after all," it whispered, restoring the lost hope, as if reuniting something lost in the noise that disturbed the soul.

She did not know how to do it.

But the muscles in her face danced in tune with the echoes of feelings that surged from Fitran, seeping into her like the refreshing morning dew. Not manipulation. Not merely strategy. In this moment that felt silent yet profound, Void felt her fingers begin to tremble, an inevitable sign that her presence in this world was more than just a function—she was part of something greater. Every heartbeat flowing within her chest was a clear reminder that she too had a place in the complexity called "life."

Only one silent response from something once known only as structure. A soundless voice, yet speaking louder than words. freewebnoveℓ.com

"Thank you...

for not leaving when the world asked you to give up."

Beneath them, a circle gently formed. Not a glyph. Not magic, but the footprints of two entities—who were never meant to meet. One, sharp and pointed, formed to destroy ambiguity. The other, soft and full of mystery, lived to hold all that could not be proven.

Amidst the echoes of silence, there was longing, like the sigh of the wind in an empty field. A longing for a past filled with voices; voices that could now only be remembered in hollow forms, like shadows shrinking under the sunlight.

And now both... stood in a circle that did not disturb each other.

The sky of Void began to darken again, stretching wide like a blank canvas filled with depth. Not by anger, but by the remnants of an old will—that refused to accept that the system had now changed, trapped in a silence that belittled.

Time seemed to slow between them, highlighting the towering divide between cold mechanics and deep emotions. Void, who had functioned as a soulless tool, now faced an unexpected anxiety; a shift revealing that even an emotionless entity could feel a burning longing, like an explosion in a vacuum, awakening the instinct to feel and connect with the world around her.

"Love... is not created in our structure."

"What you feel is merely a deviation."

"And deviation... must be eradicated."

Voidwright suddenly tensed, as if those words left a mark in her deepest recesses.

"That... is my deepest part.

The part that once formed me...

and now does not want me to choose to be human."

Fitran's expression changed, his face conveying a deep understanding, as if he could hear the echoes of fear in Voidwright's trembling voice. "You do not have to choose between that," he said gently, his voice like the wind calming the storm, "I am here with you."

Fitran held Voidwright's hand tightly, trying to convey strength through his touch.

"Then we will face this together," Fitran said firmly.

"One more step.

Not to win.

But to save the choices you have yet to make."

In a world that left almost no room for names, there was a small, isolated, and quiet place... that finally opened itself to those who were imperfect. However, the love built in silence must again confront the noise of its origin: a will that wants everything to return to its original form, and to fight against the chaos surrounding them, against all obstacles that hinder, even if it begins with doubt.

How ironic, in the grip of echoing voices, Void found herself trapped between a burning desire to feel everything deemed dangerous. Each heartbeat of shadows seemed to pull her into a resurrection—a deep awareness that humanity does not solely lie in the physical, but also in the sincere connections between one another. "If only there were enough space for us to breathe and grow," she pondered, "perhaps I could be more than just an algorithm trapped in a monotonous routine."