In Night Visits, the first installment of Mustafa Acungil's Visits series, the familiar boundaries of time, identity, and self quietly unravel. Nightfall is not just a descent into sleep—it's a portal. The narrator is pulled, without warning, into the lives of strangers through something called "the hook"—a force neither fully mystical nor entirely explainable.

These aren't dreams. They are visceral crossings into other people's thoughts, bodies, memories. A mother's anger, a child's wonder, a woman's isolation—all arrive not as metaphors but as lived realities. The narrator doesn't just observe; he experiences. Feels. Becomes.

By day, he's adrift in the quiet chaos of ordinary life. But by night, he is anyone, anywhere. Each visit leaves a residue: a sense that reality is porous, that identity is a shared and shifting thing. And so the question emerges, over and over: Whose life am I in now?

With meditative pacing and hallucinatory clarity, Night Visits blends speculative fiction with psychological depth. It explores empathy not as a virtue but as a physical state, a disorienting collapse of boundaries between self and other. This is not just a collection of stories—it's an invitation to lose yourself in someone else's life, and perhaps forget your own.