Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 440 Between the Shadows of Sheena and Rinoa

The labyrinth is no longer flat; instead, it is filled with depths and unexpected mysteries. After passing through the door from the fourth layer, the world before Fitran transformed into a complex metaphorical field; its ground was not made of stone, but of distorted and neglected fragments of memories. The air was not air—it was the whispers of failed imaginings, like the voices in his unfulfilled dreams.

Amidst the shards of memories, a faint shadow reflected longing and loss. Each step Fitran took added weight to his shoulders, like the burden of a past that continued to press upon his soul. He missed the times when everything felt clear, when those memories danced in beauty without pain.

And the sky above them, if it could be called "sky," was a blank canvas that sometimes revealed paintings... only to erase them moments later.

With a single sway, dark clouds formed silhouettes that haunted Fitran; images of beautiful times now transformed into painful shadows. Unable to hold back, his mind spun, trapped between hope and the inevitable reality.

In the midst of this emptiness, Beelzebub's voice sounded different—heavier, hinting at a warning. Her green eyes now dimmed, and her golden hair flowed slowly, like a flame running out of fuel, signaling the beginning of a perilous journey.

"We are entering deeper layers," she said briefly. "Here, the Labyrinth does not test your logic. It tests the memories you can no longer separate from who you are."

Fitran walked forward. His steps were heavy—not from fatigue, but because the ground beneath him now trembled with the pulse of his heart.

In the midst of a field of shattered mirrors stood a woman.

In the suffocating silence, the figure before him stirred all the buried pain, bringing back memories that should have been forgotten. Yet Fitran knew, if this was a lost memory, he had to confront all the sadness and regret, even though it felt like climbing a steep mountain.

Her long hair flowed, golden like the light that once shone under the skies of Avalon. Her dress was white, with the Elyndra badge hanging at her waist, and her eyes... pale blue like the winter sky that Fitran had once created for her.

Sheena.

But this was not the real Sheena. This was the Sheena left behind—Sheena of Fitran's own will. The silent Sheena. The one who did not smile. The one who did not speak.

Fitran felt his heart constrict at the sight of the figure who once filled his life with happiness. Every second in the silence felt like a thousand years as the shadow stood there, a reminder of all that had been lost.

"Why... are you here?" Fitran asked in a low voice.

The shadow did not answer, only gazed at him. Then she opened her mouth, and the voice that came out... was Fitran's own:

"I love you, but I cannot prove it."

As his words flowed, the atmosphere around them began to shift. The previously calm wind started to swirl, carrying a thousand bitter and sweet memories that flew with it. Shadows of the past teased Fitran as he felt trapped between reality and illusion.

Then the voice changed—into the real Sheena's voice:

"I know. But I have to go. Because love that cannot be proven... can turn into a prison."

Fitran bowed his head.

In his doubt, he felt a deep helplessness. Every word from Sheena hurt and disturbed his soul, like a sharp dagger piercing the depths of his heart.

"I created a world for you, Sheena."

The shadow of Sheena slowly walked toward him. Each of her steps felt like the thunderous boom that shook the earth, creating an uncertainty that seeped into Fitran's soul.

"But you did not create space for yourself within it," she said with understanding, as if aware of the alienation buried within Fitran.

She touched his cheek... and the world around them cracked. Not shattered—but shifted. Replaced.

Now the sky changed. The red sunset from the towers of Atlantis swept across the horizon, creating a striking contrast between beauty and emptiness. The balance around him felt shaky, like a bridge beginning to collapse over certainties carved in sand. The creaking sound from the nearly destroyed structure added tension to Fitran's chest, as if warning of lurking danger.

Where Sheena had stood, another figure now appeared—long black hair tied back, sharp and clear eyes, and a smile she had never shown to anyone but Fitran.

Rinoa.

She wore her simple magic research attire, stained with ink and glyph dust. But to him, nothing was more beautiful. Yet, Fitran's heart trembled not only because of Rinoa's presence but because of the painful awareness that his love was trapped in this imperfect world.

"You called me," she said softly. "Even though I am nobody in your kingdom," she said, but her voice was full of warmth and hope, as if wanting to bridge the distance that separated them.

"You are the only one I wrote in my own will," Fitran replied. "Without pactum. Without title. Without system."

Rinoa walked closer, slowly yet confidently, making each heartbeat feel heavier. There was a longing enveloping them, an awareness of the distance they had deliberately created. The unspoken pain haunted his thoughts.

"Then why only now do you seek me?"

That question was like a small, bloodless thorn, but it pierced deep. Fitran did not answer. Because in the real world, before Sheena disappeared, he had hidden his love for Rinoa behind duties, roles, and responsibilities. At that time, every time the call to run toward Rinoa came, he defeated it with responsibilities that could never be fulfilled.

"You are afraid of me," Rinoa said softly. "Because I am not part of a world you can control."

Fitran smiled sadly. In his smile lay a neglected longing, as if he stood on the edge of a chasm between hope and reality, ready to fall into helplessness.

"Because you are the only thing that makes me... want to be illogical."

And then—like two sides of a broken mirror—Sheena and Rinoa appeared together. One on the right, one on the left. Both stepped forward, and the world began to tremble.

Around Fitran depicted an infinite tension. The wind blew fiercely, sweeping away fallen leaves, signaling that a significant decision was at the threshold. The sound of the wind's roar seemed to sing a melody of sadness and hope.

From the sky descended unreadable writing:

"A formal system strong enough cannot prove its own consistency."

"Love born in a created world cannot prove itself outside that world."

Beelzebub's voice sounded:

"The Labyrinth begins to split your will. If you cannot choose... you will break."

But Fitran did not step forward. Inside him, waves of confusion and longing battled, one side calling him to choose, while the other tried to remind him of the bonds that had been woven, like invisible yet strong threads.

"I love you both. But only one can still be saved."

"And I choose..." "Rinoa."

Sheena looked at him, not angry. Yet, there was a nuance of sadness in her gaze, as if she understood more than just words. In that moment, time seemed to stop, and Fitran felt the weight of the decision he had made.

"You have finally been honest with yourself." Then her body dissolved, becoming a white light that unraveled.

Beelzebub watched the scene with an unreadable gaze. She said nothing. But in an instant, the layer beneath them stabilized again—neither collapsing nor resisting. The atmosphere that had been tense now slightly eased, as if nature itself acknowledged Fitran's decision.

"You have passed one of the two centers of the Gödel Labyrinth," she said seriously, as if realizing how critical the situation Fitran faced was.

"What is the other one?" Fitran asked, his voice almost faint amidst the uncertainty enveloping his soul.

"Proof," Beelzebub replied. "You have released the past. But it does not mean you can save love... if it refuses to be proven."

The sky darkened again. But now, there was one star. Not a light—but a sign. A symbol of a broken yet enduring system:

∃x (x = love ∧ ¬proof(x))

And Fitran kept it in his heart. Not as a formula. But as a promise.

Between Sheena and Rinoa, Fitran chose not based on proof... But because he knew: Love that cannot be proven does not mean it does not exist.

Out there, the whisper of the night wind carried the damp and cold aroma, brushing against leaves that were no longer bright green but gray and seemingly withered, like memories that could not be erased from his mind. Every sigh of the wind seemed to remind him of unspoken memories, as anger and doubt intertwined in his heart, stirring feelings that were hard to express.

And in that moment of silence, Fitran remembered Sheena's voice—her laughter that once illuminated his path, a light in the darkness. But now, that voice felt like a shadow that kept eluding him as he tried to grasp it. Rinoa, on the other hand, appeared clearer than just a hope; she was a reality challenging to understand. This dilemma pressed Fitran, creating a battle within his soul—between regret and hope.

Finally, he gazed at the star, as if it held the answer to all his questions. "Will I be able to love without proof?" he thought. A question that choked his throat, as if calling him to decide what truly mattered to him. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

He shifted his gaze from the dark night that often disturbed him and steeled his heart. A decision that felt heavy, yet needed to be made. Even though Rinoa and Sheena were two figures with striking differences, both held irreplaceable positions in his heart. He realized that when his love remained unexpressed, it was not the end of the story. Because sometimes, words can freeze on the lips, but true love can still whisper in silence. He strengthened himself, choosing to act based on conviction, not proof. And with every passing second, the emptiness within him began to be filled with memories that made him continue to fight.