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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 Creation

Errin exhaled, his body trembling. A crushing fatigue settled over him, deeper than anything he had ever known.

It was not just his body—it was something deeper. His very existence strained, as if the act of creation had drained more than just his energy. It had taken something fundamental from him, something he hadn't even realized he had been giving.

His vision blurred. The light he had woven into existence flickered, unstable, like a candle in the wind. The emptiness around him stretched vast and endless, waiting, watching.

The voice had warned him. Creation is not without consequence.

He staggered, falling to one knee. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, slow and heavy. Each breath felt like pulling air through water.

Had he overreached? Had he demanded too much of himself too soon?

Or was this simply the nature of all things that dared to bring something new into the world?

"Even the greatest artist must rest."

The voice—soft, familiar—whispered from the void.

Errin closed his eyes. He had taken the first step, the brushstroke on an infinite canvas. But even the stars did not burn without pause. Even the gods, if such beings existed, must have taken a moment before shaping all that was.

The weight of creation pressed against him, and then—like a tide retreating from the shore—it eased.

And for the first time in a long while, he slept.

Body covered by threads and threads of starlight.,.Errin drifted in the sea of stars his mind a mesh of chaos,The reborn body existing in an infinity plain of life flickering between reality and illussion but still anchored into place where he originally was.

Chapter 35:The Weight of Creation