Entry #12: It's curious how phantom sensations ripple across my skin, echoing from nowhere. The dock feels... endless beneath my fingertips, like a vast expanse under an invisible sky. I wonder if the infinity of it is just a shadow of the real.
Entry #14: I dreamt again of the ships in the dock, silent and monumental. They were not here, but they were. Ghostly vessels tethered to intangible truths. Why does a part of me yearn to step aboard and voyage into the unknown?
Entry #19: The cold touch of water on the edge of my dreams, or perhaps it was the whisper of wind. There's a warmth in remembering the emptiness, a sensation lost to uncharted paths. Is there a map, or must I wander aimlessly?
Entry #21: Sometimes, at the break of dawn, the dock manifests in truth. I see the horizon bending, meeting the sky in an embrace only known to those who have let go. It’s here, in these moments, that I touch eternity.
Entry #23: A fleeting thought—could these notes be portals themselves? Words binding me to this spectacle of wonder and quietude. A dock for the soul, anchored in dreams yet to unfold.