Amidst the ivy lattice, whispers of stars align… plotting course, a voyage through the lurking green.
Entry 1 — The ivy's whispers caressed our vessel, leaves like compasses, they swirled endlessly.
Entry 2 — Stars below, or could they be above? Sometimes direction is relative, a matter of perception.
Entry 4 — Wines spoke again today, the language of clinging fractals spiraling to unforeseen paradigms.
Entry 7 — Dreams sprinkled like Aphrodite vines wound tight in circles, enigmatic destinations awaiting.
Entry 11 — Lost, not lost. Playing hide and seek in mandelbrot contours.
Travel the unfixed paths, my stalwart mariner. Brown as the earth, green as the seas.
The universe steps into smaller dimensions, and yet grows still in threes. Lines drawn tofro crossing each other and shadows cast sepia, leaving ashen arrows pointing to horizonless desires.