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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

Infinite Memories Consumed Him

As Errin stepped forward, the universe did not simply open to him—it collapsed into him.

A storm of memories, vast and unrelenting, surged through his mind.

They were not gentle. They were not kind.

A thousand lifetimes screamed within him—voices overlapping, moments of triumph and despair crashing together. He was a king crowned in blood. A scholar who had uncovered forbidden truths. A warrior who had shattered empires. A wanderer who had walked through endless realms in search of meaning.

Each identity fought for dominance, threatening to fracture his very soul.

He clutched his head, staggering under the unbearable weight of existence itself. His past selves clawed at him, each demanding recognition, each refusing to be forgotten again.

The valley flickered before him—golden fields, crystal streams, the warmth of a life unburdened. For a moment, he longed to return. To forget.

He was a storm of consciousness. A living nexus of every soul he had ever been.

The weight should have crushed him.

With sheer force of will, he pulled the memories inward, forging them into a single, unshakable truth:

Not just a fragment. Not just a piece lost in time.

He was all of them, and yet, more.

The memories no longer fought—they aligned.

And in that moment, he understood.

He was no longer bound by a single life. No longer a man lost in illusions.

As he lifted his head, the heavens themselves seemed to bow.

Errin exhaled slowly. The journey ahead was vast, infinite in its possibilities.

But for the first time in eternity—

And so, with a single step, he moved forward—

But as the master of his own destiny.

The destiny that belonged only to him, every

step he took felt like walking through

eternity,everybody movement he executed

reflected part of what he was in a certain

point in time in his many lifetimes of

Chapter 19:Infinite Memories.