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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 sky above him was no longer the soft blue of the valley. It was vast, endless—a cosmic tapestry of swirling stars and nebulae, stretching beyond mortal comprehension.

He lay on a platform of smooth, obsidian stone, surrounded by towering pillars that shimmered like liquid starlight. The air was thick with the scent of something ancient, something forgotten.

He pushed himself up, his breath unsteady.

Or perhaps it had never been real at all.

The words echoed through his mind once more, sending a shiver down his spine. But now, he was no longer certain of what they meant. Was the valley the illusion? Or was this?

A soft chime rang through the air, and Errin turned.

A figure stood at the far end of the platform, their robes flowing like mist, their face obscured by the shifting glow of the stars. But their presence… it was familiar.

The pillars trembled. Light coiled through the air, weaving images around him—fragments of memory, unraveling like threads in a forgotten tapestry.

He saw himself standing atop a celestial battlefield, stars burning beneath his feet.

He saw himself kneeling before an unseen presence, his head bowed in silent reverence.

He saw himself walking through the valley, his eyes filled with quiet longing, the weight of countless lives pressing against his soul.

The memories struck like lightning, each one searing into him with undeniable truth.

The valley. The war. The countless lives before and after.

The figure lowered their hand. Their voice was calm, steady. "You are the sum of all you have been… and all you have yet to become."

Errin clenched his fists, his heart pounding. "Then tell me—was the valley real? Or was it just a dream?"

The figure hesitated. And then, with the faintest hint of sorrow, they whispered:

And the memories continued to return.

Chapter 15:Fragments Of Eternity