Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 389 Whispers from Zeta The Child Named Yu Rui Fei Lin
Chapter 389 - 389 Whispers from Zeta The Child Named Yu Rui Fei Lin
The Spiral Sky tightened. Like a breath held. And Joanna—Witch of Time—opened her eyes in silence. The golden threads that wrapped around her soul suddenly felt itchy... as if called by a name she had never heard before, yet felt like something that had been lost for too long.
Around her, an invisible aura danced, forming soft, faint shadows that drifted by, as if resurrecting memories from a long-forgotten world. With every breath she took, gentle whispers and songs echoed from the depths of a soul attuned to time, calling to her, awakening the power of fate that binds all beings in Zeta.
"Yu... Rui... Fei... Lin."
These three words emerged in the air from the dimensional rift of Zeta—a twin world of Alpha, born from loss rather than hope. The shadows that appeared bore signs from the past, drawing closer to Joanna and igniting her curiosity about the origins of those words.
Zeta lacked a blue sky. Instead, it possessed a copper-gray sky, where clouds gathered like ink and dripped with eternal light rain. Each raindrop was a tear of sorrow and hope, creating a wet melody that beckoned souls to reflect. On the border between reality and dreams, those who walked on the gray floors of heaven felt loss yet remained tethered to a faint hope.
In the midst of the sacred Wuyán Shan valley, stood an ancient land known as:
Tianze Yu—天澤域
(The Realm of Heavenly Grace)
Ruled by cultivation sects, clans of dragon spirits, and ancient guardians,
Tianze is known not for its power...
but for the curse that has quietly taken root: This realm speaks in the whispers of the wind and the rustling of leaves, calling every soul to listen to their fate, reminding them that every step is always filled with purpose, even if sometimes shrouded in an enticing mist.
"No child can see their own future."
In the village of Qingheng, a small settlement at the foot of Wuyán Shan,
a little girl sat beneath the ever-blooming plum tree. Its branches drooped gently, cradling the soft light, akin to hope that was nearly faded. In the stillness, the gentle sound of the wind whispered secrets, infusing courage into an uncertain future.
Her name was:
Yu Rui Fei Lin — 宇蕊緋麟
(Rui — The Red Petal of the Little Dragon Clan)
Her short, layered hair, dominated by a silver-white hue with a hint of light blue, exudes a luminous and graceful effect akin to moonlight. The tips of her hair have a subtle coppery orange touch that glows gently, reminiscent of the sacred fire's aura or a sunset—likely an inheritance of light magic from Iris and the soft darkness from Fitran. As if whispering secrets, her hair sometimes moves on its own, seemingly communicating with the surrounding elements, gently caressing her mysterious face.
Her eyes are a soft red, displaying layers of dimensions in their irises, as if they could see beyond a single reality. In the stillness of the night, her lips occasionally grasp unspoken words, and at those moments, the light around her appears to hold the purity of hidden wonder. These eyes reflect Fitran's tranquility and Iris's sharp intuition, adding depth to her presence.
Her ears are slightly pointed, suggesting that she may not be entirely human—most likely half Gaia (from Iris) and half Voidwright entity (from Fitran). A gentle sheen of color glistens on her ears, as if signaling whispers from another world, strengthening her call to find her place in this fragmented world.
Other children fear him because of the faint spiral in her eyes, which emerges when she is sad and causes the surrounding flowers to wither instantaneously. As dusk approaches, with light fading and shadows pooling, her presence seems to linger in the air, bringing forth a deep sense of pain and lost hope. Like a rainbow shattered before it touches the ground, happiness never lasts long by her side.
"Rui is cursed."
"She was born without a future."
"The sky refuses to show him a path."
These voices wind through her ears like a cold wind rustling through the trees, adding weight to her heart. Yet, within her small heart lies a flicker of hope, yearning for a brighter light in the darkness.
At just 16 years old, her mind is as hard as the ancient stones of Wuyán Shan. In her thoughts, she constructs the only reality she knows: that every night, when the full moon shines brightly, the forest guardian spirits come to dance under its magical light, telling tales of unfinished journeys.
She had no parents. Only a grandfather named Lin Huanzhe, a blind herbalist who spoke like a mad poet. With a raspy, mysterious voice, her grandfather often shared intrigues about the origins of trees, their forms blurred in darkness, inheriting stories that one by one faded away in the flow of time.
"This world needs no will, Rui."
"All it requires is order."
But Rui did not believe that. The darkness within him, like a black cloud hovering over the moon, gathered every time she recalled her fate. Out there, the shimmering light from the sky seemed to beckon, yet her heart remained trapped in a labyrinth of doubt.
She often stared at the slender silver river flowing from the mountains, clutching the cracked mirror left by her mother,
and whispered:
"If everything is predetermined... why do I still feel... like I haven't chosen?"
As if nature heard the cries of her soul, the wind whispered softly, guiding him into silence, where the voices of the past resonated. That dark and mysterious voice posed the question: "Is everything you seek hidden within the choices you have overlooked?"
Suddenly, a node vibrated fiercely. Not out of malevolence. Not due to a curse from the gods. It was a call from the depths, a heartbeat outside of time, urging every soul to recognize the significance of their existence.
Yet, it was because someone in another world was trying to make a choice, unaware of what could be chosen. A faint aura surrounded this moment, signaling that every step taken was the result of countless universes colliding to bring forth new possibilities.
"That name... Rui."
"She is not just the child of Zeta. She is the heart trying to remember time... without ever knowing what the future holds."
Joanna donned the robe of time. Its golden threads stretched out, weaving through the cracks between Beta and Zeta, touching countless dimensions. A ray of light spiraled, forming a vortex that drew all souls trapped in darkness to glimpse the forgotten hope.
She appeared merely as an outsider, a youthful figure with long, shimmering golden hair,
calm golden eyes, and a smile that understood more than time itself. Each of her steps seemed to invite the ruins of the world to speak, touching the very essence of every being present.
Amidst the gentle misty rain, under the everlasting plum tree, Rui spotted an unusual woman sitting in her favorite spot. Delicate as morning dew, the joy of encountering her gradually chased away the shadows that had haunted her heart.
"Who are you?" Rui asked, her tone somewhat impolite, tinged with a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty.
"Are you from the Tianlong Sect? Are you here to take my eyes again?" A torrent of disappointment poured forth, revealing a long-buried pain.
Joanna smiled softly, preparing her words to initiate a conversation that could change everything.
"I'm just a traveler. My name is... Joanna."
"Where are you from?"
"From a place only visible to those who have not given up."
"You speak like my grandfather."
Joanna shrugged.
"Perhaps he once tried to be a Guardian too. But not everyone is given a second chance."
On that day, they talked for nine hours.
They discussed why Rui felt different and why every time she made a choice, the world seemed to refuse to provide an answer.
In their presence, time flowed slowly, as if every second was caught in an invisible web of time, while the sound of rain pattering outside enhanced the beauty of the atmosphere, creating an ancient rhythm that resonated with the secrets held in their hearts.
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"Am I a monster?"
In a gentle tone, Joanna replied, gazing at the shimmer of water outside the window that seemed to form mystical patterns:
"No, Rui. You just haven't been given the chance... to choose without being blamed."
Rui felt as if there was an unexpected layer surrounding Joanna's words. There was power in the silence, something flowing from her soul, filling the space between them with an unspoken sense of hope. He allowed those words to seep into her being, warming him like a gentle light in the dark night.
"The spiral in your eyes... it is not a curse, Rui. It is a key."
A key that could potentially free the souls trapped in their own nightmares.
"The key to unlock the long-sealed knots of the Zeta world."
With every word Joanna spoke, a clearer image emerged, as if she were pulling back the curtain that had shrouded Rui from the broader, more magnificent reality.
The next day, Lin Huanzhe felt the presence of that meeting with a sense of unease.
"You disrupt the balance, Witch! Rui is a child of a world that should remain silent! She must not be allowed to choose!"
Joanna looked at him.
Not with anger, but with eyes that had lost and chosen again many times over. Her eyes radiated the depth of wisdom, as if holding countless untold stories within, tales of hope and vulnerability intertwined.
"You say you want to protect him. But protecting him does not mean confining him."
She spoke with an authoritative tone, and between the two figures, beneath the expansive sky, a magical atmosphere emerged, flowing gently like the breath of the earth. Both were caught in a fateful meeting, where the Zeta world teetered on the brink of change, ready to welcome a new presence.
"Let him learn to choose.
And let the Zeta world hear her voice for the first time."
In Spiral Beta, the Zeta knot begins to shine. Like the morning sun breaking through thick fog, the light seeps through dark crevices, illuminating a path that was once hidden. Cracked threads begin to weave together, united in a mesmerizing dance, resonating with the ancient spells that are slowly awakening from their long slumber.
Joanna turned slowly towards the sky. The deep blue hue blended with shades of courageous purple. She felt a gentle breeze, as if nature itself whispered, breaking down boundaries that had existed for so long.
"Beta... the time is almost here."
"This world will rise from its silence. And she will be a marker of the age."
Yu Rui Fei Lin — a child who does not know that within her flows the seeds of a dead past... and a future yet to be created. In her bright eyes, a vague image of the past flashed by, faces that once lived in stories, now awaiting revelation once more. Within her chest, the surge of spirit began to grow, like a seed finally receiving sunlight after being buried for centuries.
Joanna walked away from Qingheng.
She did not linger. In her steps, there was a rustling of leaves that seemed to ready the path for her journey, reminding her of the roads she had traveled. But before leaving Rui, she whispered:
"Don't be afraid of the future, Rui.
Because even time...
cannot deny a girl who chooses honestly."
Rui looked at the sky.
For the first time, she felt a warmth she had never experienced before, no longer as a discarded being, but as part of something greater and meaningful, as if connected to every inch of life around him.
She no longer felt like a castaway. There was something in her gaze, something that sparkled like stars in the dark night. It was as if those stars were souls waiting, anticipating the moment to return to Earth, to interact with her life now filled with hope.
And in her eyes,
golden spirals spun slowly.
Not because of a curse.
But because time had begun to open its doors. Within that spiral, Rui felt the pull of both past and future, a bridge connecting the path he had traveled and what was yet to come. Each rotation was a promise; every light was a call to find meaning within it, as if the world reminded him that every choice made was a step toward a greater destiny.
