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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 Weight of a Thousand Lives

The world trembled as memories cascaded through Errin's mind, each one more vivid than the last. They were no longer distant echoes but living experiences—each moment as real as the breath in his lungs.

He had been a warrior, standing atop burning stars.

He had been a scholar, lost in endless tomes of forgotten wisdom.

He had been a father, holding his child for the first time.

He had been a wanderer, searching for something he had long forgotten.

And he had been Errin, the outsider in the valley.

The truth settled in his chest like a stone dropped into deep waters. The valley had been real. Every life he had lived had been real.

But reality was not what he had once thought it to be.

The figure before him remained silent, watching as Errin pieced himself together. The celestial platform beneath his feet pulsed with quiet energy, as if responding to his awakening.

"How many lives have I lived?" Errin finally asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

The figure tilted their head. "How many stars are in the sky?"

Errin exhaled sharply. He had known the answer before asking. The number was infinite.

He turned his gaze upward. The vast cosmic ocean stretched before him, filled with constellations that pulsed like beating hearts. He recognized them now—not as distant celestial bodies, but as memories, each one a life he had once lived.

Some he had forgotten. Some he had abandoned.

The valley had been different. It had held him. Anchored him. Changed him.

The realization sent a chill down his spine.

"What was the valley?" he murmured. "Why was it different?"

The figure took a step forward. Their face was still obscured, but their presence was unmistakably familiar.

"The valley," they said softly, "was your refuge. The only place where you allowed yourself to forget."

Had he chosen to leave behind the weight of his past lives? Had he wanted to be nothing more than a simple man, living among the quiet hills and rivers?

Had the valley been a gift? Or a prison?

His hands trembled as he looked down at them. These were the hands of a thousand different versions of himself. A warrior. A scholar. A father. A wanderer.

The figure before him spoke again, their voice softer this time.

"Decide?" He looked up, confusion in his eyes.

"Will you return to the valley and forget once more?" The figure's voice carried no judgment, only quiet understanding. "Or will you step forward… and remember everything?"

The air around them pulsed, waiting for his choice.

The memories, the valley, the weight of eternity—

Chapter 16:The Weight Of A Thousand Lives.