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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

A Thousand lifes relived

The wind howled through the void, whispering secrets from forgotten realms. Errin stood amidst the storm of memories, neither fighting them nor submitting to them.

A child running through golden fields, chasing the wind.

A scholar poring over ancient texts, searching for a truth he could never grasp.

A warrior on a battlefield, standing atop a mountain of corpses, wondering why he had fought in the first place.

A beggar at the gates of a city, looking up at the stars and finding comfort in their distance.

Each life had been real. Each life had been his.

Yet, when pieced together, did they amount to wisdom? Or were they merely scattered fragments of a dream?

"What am I supposed to do with all of this?"

For a moment, doubt crept in. Were these memories a gift or a burden? Was he truly forging his own path, or was he merely another wanderer, doomed to repeat the mistakes of his past selves?

Then, like a glimmer of light in the abyss, he recalled something simple.

He had once spent years studying its words, convinced that within its pages lay the ultimate secret to ascension. He had followed its teachings, shaped his life around its principles.

Only later did he realize—he had misunderstood it entirely.

Yet that misinterpretation had still led him forward.

The truth was this: meaning was not absolute. It was not handed down from the heavens, nor written in stone. It was something that became true the moment one chose to believe in it.

Free to shape his destiny, free to make mistakes, free to chase meaning even if it changed with each step.

The weight of a thousand lives no longer burdened him.

With newfound resolve, Errin turned away from the past and gazed toward the horizon.

It was not the answers that shaped him.

Chapter 22: A Thousand Lifes Relived