In a cold, polished lobby, the visitors stand like frozen statues, only they are not statues—they are entities from a dimension barely known to humanity. The scientists and researchers who observe them call them *subjunctive beings*. These visitors flicker and change with every passing second, as though trying on different lives, different realities, each existence a mere possibility. The air around them feels alive, filled with shimmering tendrils of hypothetical scenarios, suspended mid-thought.
They are not meant to be on earth. They are creatures from a place where time doesn’t move in one direction, and every decision, every possibility, coexists in a state of potential. In their world, “might” and “could have been” form the fabric of reality. They exist only in conditions that never fully resolve, forever on the brink of realization. A human approaches one of the Visitors with a trembling hand, their eyes locked on its form as it wavers between translucent and solid. The human is fascinated by the idea of subjunctive life. It’s not just an intellectual curiosity; it's a personal escape. S/He has lived a life ruled by regrets and decisions that came too late. In these Visitors, s/he sees an endless web of alternate lives, each one vibrating faintly in the ether. S/He wonders if, in some flickering scenario, s/he is the one standing in the visitor's place, casting their own possibilities into the void. -- http://thevisitors.jeron.org/
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