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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 Nameless Past.

Errin stood before the tree, the old storyteller's words lingering in his mind like the last echoes of a dream. Not everything that is forgotten is lost.

The valley had accepted him without question, but now he felt something shifting beneath the surface, like a memory stirring in the depths of a still pond. He reached out, pressing his palm against the tree's smooth bark. A sudden chill coursed through him, and for a fleeting moment, he wasn't standing in the valley at all.

A city loomed before him—tall spires cutting into the sky, streets lined with faces both familiar and unknown. A name rose to his lips, unspoken, and just as quickly as the vision had come, it was gone. He stumbled back, breath unsteady.

The old woman watched him with quiet patience.

"You saw something," she said. It wasn't a question.

Errin nodded. "I… don't know what it was."

She sighed, brushing her fingers over the tree's bark. "The valley does not only remember—it shows. But only to those who listen."

He hesitated. "What does it want me to remember?"

The storyteller chuckled, though there was no humor in it. "That is not for me to say."

Errin clenched his jaw. He had spent his life chasing knowledge, seeking answers in books and histories. But the valley offered no pages to turn, no words neatly arranged in ink. It offered only silence, and the unsettling truth that some answers could not be sought—they had to be felt.

As the mist thinned and the morning sun filtered through the trees, Errin turned away from the clearing, his mind restless. The valley had begun to whisper to him, and he was no longer sure he wanted to hear what it had to say.

But it was too late. The past had already begun to surface.

Chapter 5.The Nameless Past.