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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 That Was Lost

The name spilled from Errin's lips like an incantation, foreign yet familiar, as though it had been waiting in the depths of his soul to be spoken once more.

The moment the word left his tongue, the world shattered.

Light and shadow twisted together, the stone courtyard vanishing in a rush of wind. The man in blue robes remained, his expression unchanged, but now Errin could feel something radiating from him—a presence that was no longer distant, no longer a mystery.

The realization struck him like a hammer. This man was not just someone he had once known.

Memories surged forward, fragmented and disjointed—flashes of a life beyond the valley, a world filled with towering cities, celestial battles, the weight of responsibility pressing against his shoulders. He had walked through the heavens, carved his name into the fabric of history.

His chest tightened. He had forgotten.

Or had the valley made him forget?

The man in blue robes finally spoke, his voice softer now, almost mournful.

Errin staggered back, his breath uneven. "This—this isn't possible."

The man tilted his head. "Isn't it?"

The wind roared through the emptiness, carrying echoes of his own voice—his past voice—shouting commands, whispering secrets, calling names he no longer recognized.

Errin gritted his teeth. "Why did I forget?"

The man exhaled. "Because you chose to."

"I wouldn't have," Errin snapped. "I—"

But even as he spoke, doubt curled around the edges of his mind. Wouldn't he?

Had he wanted to leave it all behind?

The valley. The stillness. The quiet life he had embraced. Was it truly an accident?

His pulse pounded. He needed answers—real answers.

The man in blue robes studied him for a long moment.

Then, slowly, he stepped forward, pressing two fingers against Errin's forehead.

The stars above twisted into unfamiliar constellations.

Chapter 11:The Name That Was Lost.