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Life can push you to the age of insanity,.A brief glimpse into Errin’s Journey and The Forgotten Valley.

Errin, a man of unknown origins, stumbles upon The Forgotten Valley, a place of profound mystery, where time moves differently, and reality bends like a dream. Drawn in by its untouched beauty and the simple life it offers, he soon finds himself entwined with its people, its customs, and a woman who binds him to the valley in ways he never anticipated. As he fathers children, his role transforms from an outsider to an integral part of the valley’s hidden truths.

But The Forgotten Valley is not just a place—it is an enigma. A world that exists between existence and illusion, where time can stretch a century into a fortnight. Errin lives through lifetimes, experiencing the joys of family, the serenity of nature, and the burden of questions that have no answers. His children grow into extraordinary beings, drawn into powerful sects beyond the valley, where cultivation, trials, and the fate of entire bloodlines are decided by strength.

Yet, a lingering uncertainty remains. Is The Forgotten Valley a sanctuary or a prison? Is his life there real, or merely a fleeting dream? When he finally leaves the valley, time reveals its cruel hand—only twelve years have passed in the outside world, while he has lived for over a century within (144year). Doubt consumes him. Was it all an illusion?

As he nears the end of his life, longing for the valley but unable to return, he entrusts the journey to his sons. Three set out, but only one succeeds. That son finds the valley changed—vast, filled with countless souls living in quiet harmony. His experience mirrors but does not replicate his father’s. And in the end, when Errin dies, he wakes once more… Was The Forgotten Valley real, or was it simply a dream too vivid to forget? Is life real, a dream or a mirror of domething else?

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ERRIN THE OUTSIDER

The World, an Illusion

The moment the man's fingers touched his forehead, the valley ceased to exist.

Errin was no longer standing on solid ground. The sky above him was not the sky of the valley, nor was it the heavens he once knew. It was an endless void—black, shifting, filled with glimmers of light that pulsed and flickered like dying embers.

Or perhaps he rose. There was no gravity here, no up or down, only the sensation of movement without direction. The stars around him twisted and reformed, their patterns unfamiliar.

Errin gasped as the void around him bent. Images flickered—cities he had never seen, people he had never met, landscapes that belonged to no world he remembered.

"Or perhaps..." the voice whispered, shifting as though spoken by a thousand tongues at once. "...you are the illusion?"

His breath caught. The thought coiled around his mind, seeping into the cracks of his newly returned memories.

Had he truly lived the life he remembered?

Or was it a dream? A false past, woven into his consciousness like a story he had merely imagined?

He tried to grasp onto something real, something certain—but there was nothing.

Just the echoes of his own thoughts, unraveling.

Instead, the world twisted again, and suddenly, he was standing in a place both familiar and strange.

A great palace loomed before him, its spires reaching beyond the sky. Golden banners fluttered in a wind that did not exist. The halls stretched endlessly, lined with faceless figures dressed in robes of blue.

Errin staggered forward, heart pounding. He knew this place. He had ruled here once.

The words rang louder now, as if spoken from every shadow.

The faceless figures turned toward him.

And for the first time, he felt afraid.

Chapter 12.The World,An Illussion