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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

That Voice Again

A whisper drifted through the void, soft yet undeniable, like the first ripple on a still pond.

"You are beginning to understand."

Errin's breath caught. That voice again. It had come to him before—just at the edge of perception, neither male nor female, neither young nor old. A voice that seemed to belong not to a person, but to existence itself.

"Who are you?" His words were steady, yet his pulse quickened.

Silence. Then, a quiet chuckle, warm yet distant.

"I am the echo of every choice you have made… and every choice you have yet to make."

The weight of the words settled over him, not as a burden, but as a revelation. This voice—it was not a stranger.

Not the Errin of yesterday, nor the Errin of today, but something beyond—an amalgamation of every possibility, every step taken and untaken, every thread of fate that had woven itself into his existence.

"You were never meant to simply follow."

The words sent a shiver through him.

Errin swallowed, his mind racing. The changes in his body, the shift in his understanding, the subtle rewriting of his own being—was this all leading him somewhere? Was he on the verge of something greater, something that had always been waiting for him to grasp it?

The voice grew softer, almost fading into the abyss.

"You are close now. But remember… creation is not without consequence."

Errin stood alone, the vast emptiness stretching before him.

Yet, for the first time, he did not feel lost.

Because he was the one shaping the path ahead.

Chapter 32:The Voice Again