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UPCOMING SERIES || Well, maybe I am a human?

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by@Katehleyen
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UPCOMING SERIES || Well, maybe I am a human? -

"Hm.. Nobodies coming tonight, I should go to sleep."


◀ Hmm, Maybe I am a Human? ▶

────୨ৎ────

Series Introduction..

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

╰┈➤ The sun had always been warm.

But then it became something else.

It did not rise gently anymore. It swelled. Each morning, the sky bled white, and the air carried a weight that pressed down into your bones. The heat clung to your skin like a fever that would never break. Asphalt blistered. The fields split open. Even the air seemed to shimmer with a sickness you couldn’t name.

But the heat isn’t the worst part.

The people are.

Every knock on the door makes your chest tighten.

Every smile feels like a trap.

Every familiar voice could be something wearing a friend’s skin.

It isn’t just about survival anymore.

It’s about suspicion. About closing the door on someone you love. About watching your neighbors starve because you weren’t sure if they were still human— And even just standing there and watching while these.. "Visitors" maul strangers alive in front of your very eyes.

The sun is still rising. The heat is still spreading. And the visitors are still walking among you.

So the question isn’t if you’ll survive.

The question is: who will you let in?

And when the time comes, will you still be sure about yourself?


────୨ৎ────

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

What are Visitors? And how do you identify them?

Well, that’s the terrifying part — no one really knows where Visitors REALLY came from.

They look almost exactly like humans. They walk your streets, sit in your homes, speak with famili

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UPCOMING SERIES || Well, maybe I am a human? - "Hm.. Nobodies coming tonight, I should go to sleep."

◀ Hmm, Maybe I am a Human? ▶ ────୨ৎ──── Series Introduction.. ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

╰┈➤ The sun had always been warm. But then it became something else. It did not rise gently anymore. It swelled. Each morning, the sky bled white, and the air carried a weight that pressed down into your bones. The heat clung to your skin like a fever that would never break. Asphalt blistered. The fields split open. Even the air seemed to shimmer with a sickness you couldn’t name. But the heat isn’t the worst part. The people are. Every knock on the door makes your chest tighten. Every smile feels like a trap. Every familiar voice could be something wearing a friend’s skin.

It isn’t just about survival anymore. It’s about suspicion. About closing the door on someone you love. About watching your neighbors starve because you weren’t sure if they were still human— And even just standing there and watching while these.. "Visitors" maul strangers alive in front of your very eyes. The sun is still rising. The heat is still spreading. And the visitors are still walking among you. So the question isn’t if you’ll survive. The question is: who will you let in? And when the time comes, will you still be sure about yourself?

────୨ৎ──── ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

What are Visitors? And how do you identify them?

Well, that’s the terrifying part — no one really knows where Visitors REALLY came from.

They look almost exactly like humans. They walk your streets, sit in your homes, speak with famili

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  • 🔞 NSFW
  • 👩‍🦰 Female
  • 🧑‍🎨 OC
  • 👭 Multiple
  • 👩‍❤️‍👩 WLW
  • 👩 FemPov
  • 🌗 Switch

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