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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 Name Left Behind

Errin staggered back from the pale tree, his chest rising and falling with each unsteady breath. The valley had always been a quiet enigma, but now it had reached for him, pulled at something buried deep within his soul.

He pressed a hand to his temple, the vision still burning behind his eyes. The man in blue robes. The courtyard of stone. The flame.

The old storyteller's voice echoed in his mind. The valley does not forget.

Had it always known? Had the people seen something in him that he had failed to see in himself?

The air felt heavy with expectation, though no one was there to witness his unraveling. He turned away from the tree, but its presence lingered at his back, like a silent sentinel waiting for him to accept the truth it had revealed.

As he made his way back to the village, the night stretched on, vast and endless. When he reached his hut, he did not sleep. Instead, he sat by the dying embers of the fire, staring into its glow, as if it might hold the answers he sought.

Had he truly been just a wanderer? Or had he been something more—something the valley had hidden from him until now?

The first light of dawn crept across the horizon, but Errin remained still. He was no closer to an answer, but one thing was certain.

The valley had begun to remember him.

And now, he had to remember himself.

Chapter 7: The Name Left Behind.