Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 577 Fitran Embracing Something Unborn

The walls of the amphitheater tremble slowly. Not with a roar, but with a pulse that synchronizes with the heartbeat of humanity.

In this vibration, it seems as if the trapped souls whisper, conveying the buried stories etched in every gentle thud, drawing Fitran's attention to something that transcends physical existence.

As if the unheard voices, amidst the whispers of the wind, softly resonate, greeting the silence that envelops the room. Each note carries fragments of memories, exploring the empty soul space and pressing, filling the void that spills within the heart.

Elyra has fallen asleep, peaceful in her slumber. On the other side, Beelzebub kneels, praying in tranquility to the Void and the Light simultaneously.

But Fitran...

...in his embrace, feels something that is not Elyra.

In these moments, time seems to stand still, presenting a moment when hope and loss blend into one. Shadows of the past dance at the edge of his mind, bringing forth a warm smile that can now only be imagined.

Every second feels trapped between two worlds, the real world and a dimension that can only be touched by the fingers of uncertainty. Anger and longing overflow in his soul, inviting a presence that vibrates at the boundaries of reality.

Resonance of Elyra's Glyph: "Infans Iterata" "The Child That Was Never Written, But Always Repeated in the Heart"

A new circle appears beneath Fitran's feet. The circle is not formed by magic, but by an endless flow of longing. Its lines resemble a womb without a body, and in the center—a small figure slowly begins to take shape.

In a touching silence, the essence of longing seems to flood the atmosphere, creating a bridge between the two. Each letter and symbol in the circle vibrates, as if answering the deep call of the heart, and the deepest souls unite in an invisible dance.

With a soft flickering light, the circle vibrates, spreading energy that evokes nostalgia and hope. As if inviting Fitran to remember the forgotten memories in the shadows of time. In the darkness that surrounds them, it is not Elyra, not merely a shadow, and not a simulation that is present. Instead, a presence without definition fills the space around him, providing a sensation that words cannot express. In this silent moment full of wonder, time feels like it has stopped; every heartbeat becomes a rhythm dancing with the night wind, whispering secrets from the forgotten realm. A soft mystical aroma flows, penetrating Fitran's soul, as if reminding him that there is something greater connecting them all.

In the midst of shadowy mysteries, something vibrates gently, as if calling the lost souls. The dim light from the circle beneath Fitran gently seeps, depicting a space that defies the boundaries of time and place, creating a bridge between what has passed and what is to come. In that light, every fragment of buried memories begins to come alive, resembling stars twinkling in the night sky, creating a magnificent view and reclaiming the attention of a wounded heart.

He kneels, humbling himself before the entity. His hands slowly reach for the small figure—transparent like smoke, yet it feels to have a tangible weight. Every second feels like a long painful journey, filling the space between them with an unspoken desire, vibrating the very core of Fitran's soul. In his heart, there is a voice of nature whispering, assuring that hope never truly disappears, but only sleeps, waiting for its moment to rise again.

"Who are you...?" "You are not Elyra. But why does it feel like I have... missed you?"

A soft voice echoes in his mind—not from the being, but from within himself:

"I am the child that was never born... from a time that has not yet come... but my name you once called... when you were near death."

Those words linger in the air, weaving an unbroken emotional thread, linking the nostalgia of the past with the hope of the future. The atmosphere that touches Mizuhoto's heart fills every corner of silence with tenderness, blending hope and loss into one beautiful dance. Like the moonlight piercing through the night mist, every memory flows gently, as if calling the separated souls, providing answers to unspoken questions.

He turns, and as he sees Fitran embracing the nameless figure, her body trembles, shivering in the silence. Each embrace is a reminder of a world that is no less real, a world vibrating at the edge of imagination, full of untold mysteries. In that moment, Mizuhoto feels a gentle vibration between them, an unexpected bond that makes every heartbeat feel more meaningful, like a soft melody weaving a long-lost tale.

"Fitran... you are holding something... that has not been allowed to exist in reality," she says softly, sensing the pain in that sentence. The voice vibrates, as if slicing through the deep silence of the night, leaving traces of longing that are boundless, awakening the awareness of a presence that has always been awaited.

Fitran nods, still faithfully holding her warmly. In this magical moment, it feels as if time has stopped, allowing everything to swirl in an eternal dance full of meaning. All those feelings flow, forming a circle of love, where every breath becomes a witness to hope and love that is timeless, guiding them closer to the heartbeat of the universe that pulses.

"But how can I miss something... that was never promised to me?" Mizuhoto asks, her voice full of doubt. Her words seem to hang in the air, waiting for a response from the universe, as if the stars twinkle with answers hidden in the dark.

Beelzebub slowly approaches, her steps feel silent as if leaving no trace. Her voice flows gently with the wind, carrying a deep message, penetrating the listening soul. In the presence of this mysterious figure, Mizuhoto feels a vibration, as if invited to enter the secrets of a world separated by time and space, awakening a deep curiosity.

"Because love... needs no promises. Love only needs the courage... to remember the things that have never happened," she explains, creating peace amidst doubt. With her words, Beelzebub waters Mizuhoto's doubts with spiritual strength, awakening her soul, reminding her that every longing is a reflection of eternal love, where every hope is woven into the web of destiny.

Beneath Elyra, the glyph Aperta Lux Spiralis vibrates gently, its energy radiating makes the air around it tremble. Slowly, a second spiral emerges, connected to the first spiral through graceful curved lines. This visualization of vibrating energy seems to depict an eternal story that wants to be revealed, an invisible symphony of souls longing for home. As if every vibration conveys messages from ancient times, stirring buried memories, recalling every hope that once existed in the void of time.

This spiral has no center. As if halted in profound silence, no sound breaks the stillness. There is yet no name to describe this mysterious existence. In the eternal silence, every finger of the wind whispers softly, awakening the dormant awareness along the corridors of the soul, inviting them to dream again in the embrace of unspoken illusions.

But as Fitran touches the circle, the first gentle and hopeful word emerges in his mind:

"I will come... not now. But someday. And I will bring with me all that you never had the chance to embrace, all the hopes and buried dreams waiting to be born." A promise that transcends time, binding the past and the future in one breath, nurturing the hopes that are buried in the recesses of the heart.

"There are voices that were never born, but in Elyra's body... they are no longer erased, but gathered in a harmony that is buried. They hum a roar, as if ready to grasp the sky, inspiring the spirit of every soul longing for the lost touch of love.

"And in her father's embrace... they find a place to wait, like a million stars shining in the dark, waiting for the light to revive the forgotten tales." Tales buried in the dust of time, yet still glowing in the soul, waiting for the right moment to be told again in a new light.

Her tears fall into her lap, where the small being gently rests. Though it has no solid body, she can feel the small beats, the vibrations of life that envelop their presence. In the deep tranquility, there is a soft whisper from her soul, as if she hears the melody of life etched between the rustling winds, celebrating every moment that ever existed, even if only in shadows.

The quiet road traversed by time feels like a silent river, carrying all the unspoken memories, allowing every heartbeat to speak in silence, as if weaving a story that remains untold. The glowing magic circle surrounding her seems to remind that every loss holds a promise, and every presence inscribes a deep meaning. How beautiful this feeling of longing is, which transforms into a light of hope, guiding separated souls to reunite in the eternal thread of time.

"I do not know who you are... But if you come someday... I will still be here, waiting with hope and love that will not fade."

The figure slowly fades, her body dissolving into the gentle wind, but before her entire form disappears completely, she says:

"My name... is yet unwritten, like a story waiting to be discovered. But if you wish... you can call me anything that makes you remember that I once existed, a whisper in the heart, a memory that will never fade. Every time the wind rustles, may you hear my name in your breath, as if I never left, as if I am the spirit that always accompanies you in peace."

The figure vanishes, like morning dew evaporating when the sun first touches the earth. She disappears into nothingness, leaving an eternal aura of mystery etched in the deepest recesses of the heart. In the remaining silence, there is a feeling as if she leaves behind a fragment of light, an invisible trace that can always be felt by those who believe in miracles.

In the corner of the room, Elyra smiles in her sleep. That sincere smile... answers all the longings that were never expressed. She is like a star reborn, inviting all lost souls to gather in harmony, waiting for the right moment to unite again in eternity.

In the beauty of her smile, hidden are unspoken hopes, like stars in the night sky shining softly amidst the dark clouds. In the gentle vibrations in the air, there is a soft whisper from the hearts that miss her, as if the universe presents a melody that can only be felt by souls bound in destiny.

In her gentle dreams, she feels a warm presence, as if the world around her merges into a single circle of eternal embrace filled with love. The aroma of blooming night flowers seems to fill the space, inviting beautiful memories that shine in the darkness, affirming that although separated by time, love always weaves them together in an unbroken chain.