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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

Most of Errin's memories touched on the absurdity of existence—grand wars fought for forgotten causes, love stories that ended before they began, wisdom that crumbled beneath its own weight. Some recollections were twisted beyond recognition, like faded ink on an ancient scroll, their true meaning lost to time.

Yet among them were moments of innocence.

Adventures where he had taken a lifetime to chase the flight of a single butterfly. Journeys where he had studied the ripples in a pond as if they held the secrets of the cosmos.

Some memories were like reading a sect's ancient scripture—seeking enlightenment, only to misinterpret the words, shaping their meaning through his own flawed understanding.

How many of his lives had been built on mistaken beliefs? How many truths had he abandoned because he had misunderstood them at the time?

Had he truly been a fool in some lives? Or had wisdom itself been an illusion?

The absurdity of it made him laugh—a sound that echoed across the void.

"Perhaps the meaning of a life is only as true as the person who interprets it."

He smiled at the thought. If he had lived a thousand mistaken lives, did that not mean he had a thousand chances to find something real?

Maybe the absurdity was the adventure.

Maybe every misinterpretation, every misguided journey, had been necessary to bring him here.

To the chance to choose meaning for himself.

He exhaled, letting go of the need for every answer.

Not everything needed to be understood. Some things were simply meant to be lived.

And so, with the memories of absurdity and innocence woven together, he stepped forward—ready for whatever meaning the next journey would bring.

Chapter 21:Fragments Of Meaning.