Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 465 Gödelian Codex The Mark That Burns Reality

No one knows when she appeared.

It was just that, amidst the ruins of time, among the burned books of magic and the cracked notes of pactum, something unexpected seemed to suddenly stand.

"There is something that suddenly stands here," Beelzebub whispered, her voice full of mystery and doubt.

A shadow passed through the dim light, revealing traces of lost history, like a soft voice echoing in the void, returning to the past and touching forgotten memories.

Not a book.

Not a scroll.

But a form of a wound, like a burn mark in the air.

"Inside it," Fitran commented, "there are no pages."

Only the vibrations of meaning that have yet to be spoken.

"There is something calling," she said softly.

"But not with a voice. Not with glyphs."

"What is it with?" Fitran asked, his voice full of sincere curiosity, as if he were urging to understand this profound mystery.

"With the wounds that we all refuse to see," Beelzebub answered, her voice firm yet somber.

"And as you speak it," Fitran continued, "I feel the damp aroma of ancient earth enveloping the air."

"As if the universe is waiting for something to happen, a transcendental moment filled with hope and longing," Beelzebub replied, her gaze distant, as if looking into the depths of time.

At the base of an ancient altar, where the first glyphs of the world of magic were once carved—they saw it:

Not glowing.

Not silent.

But "changing the shape of reality around it," Beelzebub concluded with a firm and confident tone.

The space around the Codex Gödelian felt heavier, as if a chill seeped in, gripping the souls of every creature that approached; the mysterious scent of incense filled the air, merging with the whisper of unexplainable magic, creating a stunning mystical atmosphere.

"Is this all just an illusion?" Fitran whispered, his voice echoing softly and full of curiosity.

Time slowed.

"Who are we if not shadows of memories?" he murmured, as if searching for answers in the void. People forget who they are, but remember who they loved... even if they are gone.

Fitran approached, feeling the subtle vibrations calling him, as if the Codex were speaking in a language that could not be understood. "You, Codex, what do you hide?" he said, his tone full of hope. With great curiosity, he stepped closer, trying to read the hidden message behind the shimmering glyphs that seeped into consciousness. And before him, the Codex Gödelian began to vibrate.

From within it, emerged not letters...

but flashes:

"Rinoa..." she called in her heart, two words full of meaning that seemed to revive her lost love. Rinoa, smiling without having the chance to say "goodbye." Her voice, though soft and faint, echoed in Fitran's mind, like a shadow of lost love and deep nostalgia. "And Sheena," she continued, reminiscing about the times when the world felt brighter. "She always tried to fight the loneliness that plagued her soul, like a shooting star that was out of reach." All of it was etched in symbols that could only be understood by the chosen; all of it formed a strong pattern, an endless narrative.

"Unfulfilled love... burns the soul. Yet, from there, a new reality is born." The voice vibrated in the silent space, intertwined with the resonance of the Codex, making every participant feel the profound power of every word spoken. An energy capable of changing fate and embedding eternity in every glyph that was carved.

Throughout the academic Nexus, the Codex Gödelian was reported:

It appeared out of nowhere. A soft light enveloped the entire space, evoking a deep sense of respect mixed with fear. Making the pactum seem to vanish.

Erasing old glyphs and creating unspoken symbols.

Yet every time someone tried to burn or seal this Codex, an irony emerged: they instead wept, like the sun setting behind gray clouds.

Both wept, trapped in memories.

Not because of the incantations recited.

But because they saw the figure they had never saved.

Beelzebub gazed at the Codex, her eyes seemingly reflecting a lost soul. In the dim light surrounding the room, the shadow of glyphs flickered, whispering in a language that could only be understood by the chosen.

"This is not just a book. This is... me."

"And you."

"Also anyone who has ever experienced loss but does not know how to express that feeling."

They felt the flow of energy, as if the Codex absorbed their repressed pain, creating a connection between wounded souls; a deep intuition filled the air, as if everything contained within wanted to be released, radiating through unreadable symbols, encapsulating unspoken emotions.

"What if we touch it?" Fitran asked, his voice trembling, creating a thrilling panic, as if every word could shake the balance of time around them.

"We will be remembered," Beelzebub answered, her voice deep and full of confidence. "But not as heroes. Rather as someone... who continues to try to love, even when the world seems to close all its doors."

As if answering the unspoken question, the Codex softly jingled, producing a faint light that explored the darkness like a trapped soul seeking freedom.

Her hand touched the edge of the floating wound.

Around her, the wind whispered softly, as if delivering a message from another world. And in that moment, her body did not burn.

But glowed.

One by one, the old glyphs released from her skin, dancing in the shaded light emanating from the Codex. So delicate, like morning dew forming a faint image. Voidlings surrounded her—forming phrases she had never spoken.

"I want to embrace you, even if you do not remember me, and share the feelings that have been buried deep within the soul."

"I miss your voice, even if words no longer flow from your lips."

"I want to stay by your side, even if my existence is not the reason for your strength."

And at its peak, the Codex Gödelian revealed one last sign. The light from the glyphs surrounding it formed a mystical silhouette, reminiscent of the shadow of forgotten love. freēwēbnovel.com

Not a system.

Not a law.

Not a theorem.

Just one stroke in the air, shaped like a cracked heart, but still glowing. In the vibrating light, the image seemed to try to speak, conveying the eternity of neglected love:

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"The sum of all love... is not equal to the total that can be counted."

The Codex did not disperse. Soft voices flowed, creating a symphony of hope and longing that echoed between dimensions. But those who had ever touched it changed:

They began to give without reason. Like a flowing river, they no longer felt burdened by the weight of lost love.

They began to wait, even without promises; in the silence that enveloped, they felt the vibrations that bound souls in solitude, a hope that would not fade.

They began to remember... not because of names, but because of feelings that were unfinished. Memories seemed to flow back, erasing the boundaries between time and feeling.

"We never wrote a holy book, as a record of history."

"But we left the Codex."

"Not as dogma, but as a testament that failed love... can still save."

Fitran looked up at the sky (which remained empty). In the distance, a soft shadow appeared as if calling, waiting for a touch that never came. He did not smile.

But he was not alone. The dim light around him seemed to whisper, presenting him in a weave of love greater than himself.

The Codex Gödelian did not govern the world; it merely functioned as a living symbol...

It only stood...

as a wound that remained warm,

for those who have ever loved,

and do not know if that love will return.

Around the Codex, the atmosphere turned more mystical; the shadows of ancient glyphs flickered in the dim light, as if whispering in a language full of secrets, a story that had not yet fully unfolded. The night wind blew gently, carrying the scent of wildflowers that seemed to bloom only near the Codex, adding a dimension of wonder and mystery that surrounded it.

"Do you feel it?" asked a wanderer, his voice almost drowned by the whispering wind, a curious tone echoing in his expression. "As if there is a soul guarding this place, waiting to be told."

His companion nodded, her eyes focused on the flickering glyphs. "Yes, as if this Codex is a door to another world," she replied softly, her voice trembling gently like a whisper. "Where love and sorrow blend into one, and every glyph calls us to remember, even to hope again."