Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 472 Love Is Unproven, But Real

Her footsteps carry sound, but not an echo.

Because the world no longer reflects anything.

It only absorbs.

The sound of her steps is like the soft sigh of the wind, traversing the quiet recesses, erasing the fading traces of the past.

Fitran stands on the high ground where the Gödelian Codex was once formed, a location rich in history and meaning. Around her, the earth vibrates softly, not due to an earthquake, but because old meanings begin to resist being read.

As if the earth whispers to Fitran, telling forgotten stories that linger in silence, waiting to be revived.

And she stands there... not as a sorceress, not as a Voidwright, not as a creator of a new world.

Behind her empty gaze, a faint light of hope shines, as if a part of her still wants to believe that miracles may come again.

But as someone who still loves.

That feeling of love is like a dormant mantra, flowing gently in her bloodstream, reminding her that even though everything seems lost, hope remains eternal.

No one demands proof anymore. No one asks for glyphs, rituals, or pacts.

All of that now feels like decoration no longer needed, alongside a new awareness growing within her, that true love stands alone, pure without any demands.

Because those systems have realized one important thing: love that endures without a system... cannot be captured by the system, becoming an unmeasurable entity within the social structure.

It is a force that transcends all boundaries, that cannot be shackled by rules, but is free like the wind rolling clouds against the horizon.

And the world... for the first time, is silent.

Not because it has lost. But because it listens.

In that silence, the wind softly whispers, carrying the tender sighs of lingering memories, as if everything that ever existed now chooses to rest.

She no longer seeks anyone.

No longer tries to save anyone.

As if the earth itself sheds its heavy burden, embracing silence, and giving space for souls to unite with feelings that were once neglected.

She simply writes one sentence in the soil with her index finger:

"I love you."

It does not mention who.

It does not explain why.

It is not justified by cause or consequence.

That sentence hangs, piercing the boundaries of time and space, like morning dew exploring leaves selflessly.

But the earth does not erase that sentence.

It says nothing.

It simply sits beside Fitran and gazes at the empty sky that was once called heaven.

Amidst the endless sky, lies a secret that has been overlooked, a mystery that stirs in silence.

"No one can be saved," she finally says.

"But there is something we can keep," Fitran replies.

With a soft voice that is almost inaudible, she adds, "There is a feeling that walks alongside memories, that will never fade."

"What is it?"

"Feeling."

And in that one second, a gentle light illuminates their souls, as if everything comes back to life in an unbroken weave.

"And feeling does not need proof?"

"No."

"It only needs someone who does not discard it."

The Voidling—who has now evolved into a nearly invisible form—sends a vibration into Fitran's mind. In the stillness of the night, that soft voice resonates, whispering all the desires and hopes stored in her heart.

Not magic.

Not glyphs.

Just a sentence:

"Love is not to be proven. Love is the residue that cannot be burned by time."

In the deep silence, Fitran contemplates the meaning of that statement. She feels each word resonate within her soul, as if inviting her to dive into the ocean of feelings that never fade. And from that vibration,

Fitran feels Rinoa smile.

People begin to let their feelings stand alone, without intervention from society. Illuminated by the faint light of the stars, each feeling reminds them of something greater, a constellation of memories that have bound space and time, stirring the deepest unforgettable emotions.

A widow no longer waits for a letter from her husband... but still sets a plate for two, hoping that their love will never be severed despite the distance. She remembers his smile as she serves the meal, the aroma reminding her of past happiness.

A small child loses her mother... but continues to sing a lullaby that no one understands. The lyrics that come to mind are a blend of longing, a melody woven from tears and laughter, reminding every listener of the warmth that is lost, as if the mother still hears her in her dreams.

An old man sits on a stone and talks to the wind... because he believes, someone might be listening. In the surging longing, every whisper of the wind seems to bring back shadows of the past, when the buried love still burned in his chest, full of hope to find the lost connection again.

And all of that is what the formal sorcerers call:

Yet for the old man, that activity is not just words; it is a dance of the soul, an unwritten poem from a heart struggling to live, even when everything seems quiet, creating a deep connection with other human experiences.

But Fitran knows:

"That is love. Without proof. But real." Love that is unseen, intangible, yet forever imprinted in the mind, like footprints on sand that will never completely disappear, even as the waves reach for it, signifying that emotional experiences always leave a mark within us.

The Codex is now silent.

It does not glow, does not rewrite concepts.

Yet everyone who comes close to it... feels embraced. A warm and close embrace, as if time has stopped, leaving only a sense of safety and genuine affection enveloping the souls that come.

Not by anyone.

Memories dance in their minds, creating a beautiful panorama of happiness that once was, as if inviting them to return for a moment to that time, where everything felt possible, and reminding them of the beauty of life's journey despite its twists and turns.

Beelzebub asks:

"If one day everything truly disappears,

and only this feeling remains...

what will you do?"

Fitran smiles faintly.

"I will still sit here...

and say:

I once loved." In the closing of her eyes, there is a glimmer of light, like stars in the night sky, proving that even if everything may fade, this trace of love will always shine.

"And is that enough?"

"No."

"But it is real." Real like the scent of rain touching dry earth, reviving the warmth between two hearts, that once flowed in a feeling that is timeless.

Unproven love is not inferior to time; it embraces a deeper existence, providing color in a person's life even though it is often overlooked by the outside world.

It does not win against the system.

It does not create a world.

But it makes the world not fall apart alone. In a hopeful search, love provides a bridge between separated hearts, giving meaning to every second lived, even when everything seems ancient and meaningless, becoming a support for true inner peace. Love is an unseen force that keeps every soul connected even amidst profound silence.