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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 Awakening of the Self

Errin closed his eyes, feeling the quiet hum of transformation ripple through him. It wasn't a violent upheaval, nor was it an overwhelming surge of power. It was subtle, like a gentle current shifting beneath the surface of a vast ocean.

For the first time, his body was not merely existing—it was becoming.

His cells, once bound to the natural decay of time, now moved with a rhythm not dictated by the past, but by something entirely new. The DNA at his core was no longer merely a record of what had come before—it was rewriting itself in real-time, shaping a future untethered to old limitations.

Was this evolution? No, it was something more. Evolution was slow, shaped by necessity, dictated by struggle.

He flexed his fingers, feeling a lightness in his limbs, as if the weight of mortality had loosened its grip ever so slightly. His breath came effortlessly, each inhale filling him with a vitality that he hadn't even realized he was missing.

The realization struck him like a lightning bolt.

This was not just survival. This was creation.

He had not just stopped decay—he had taken hold of his own existence and reshaped it. His body had merely been waiting for his mind to accept what had always been possible.

"Impossibility is not in the realm of creation."

The words rang through him again, clearer than ever.

If life could be created from nothing, if entire worlds could emerge from the chaos of the void, then why should he be bound by the rules of those who had simply accepted them?

And nothing would ever be the same again.

chapter 31:The Awakening of The Self