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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 Path of Forgotten Names

The wind howled through the valley as Errin stared at the narrow path before him. The storyteller's words echoed in his mind, unsettling in their simplicity.

He had spoken his name countless times, introduced himself to strangers, carved his identity into the world. And yet, the weight of her words made him question—had that name always been his? Or was there another, buried beneath layers of time and forgetting?

The storyteller gestured toward the path. "This is where you will find it."

Errin hesitated. "What's at the end of this road?"

She smiled, but there was something unreadable in her expression. "That depends on what you remember."

The answer did little to ease the unease settling in his chest. But he had come this far—running would do him no good now.

With a deep breath, he stepped onto the path.

The storyteller did not follow. She simply watched as he walked into the unknown.

The trail wound upward, climbing through the cliffs that framed the valley like ancient sentinels. The farther he walked, the quieter everything became. No birds. No rustling leaves. Just the sound of his own footsteps, too loud against the silence.

The air grew thinner. The path narrowed. Shadows stretched long and deep as the sun dipped behind the horizon.

Then, without warning, the world shifted.

The valley blurred. The cliffs twisted.

And suddenly, he was somewhere else.

A courtyard of smooth stone. Towering columns lined the edges. A great flame burned at its center, casting golden light over the polished floor.

He had seen it before—in glimpses, in dreams, in the river's reflection.

The man in blue robes stood there, just as he had before—calm, unreadable, his eyes filled with something deeper than time.

Errin's throat tightened. "Who are you?"

The man did not answer. Instead, he took a step forward. "You are standing at the threshold of remembrance. But before you cross it, you must answer one question."

Errin's hands clenched at his sides. "What question?"

Errin's breath caught. The name rose, unspoken, a whisper at the edge of his mind.

And as he spoke it aloud, the past came rushing back.

Chapter 10: The Path Of Forgotten Names.