1. [Log 01 — First Entry: The Eye]
*Inside cover: graphite, spirals, the question that won’t stay silent.*
2. [Log 02 — Second Entry: The Loop]
*Spirals inside pyramids, ink bursts that circle back. Words loop around themselves, never landing where they began.*
3. [Log 03 — Third Entry: The Compass]
*Margins crowded with questions in red. Empty rooms echo louder at night. She left her words behind, scribbled sideways, waiting.*
4. [Log 04 — Fourth Entry: The Polaroid]
*Light. Sculpture. A hidden Polaroid — patient as a ghost. Alone means nothing when the film remembers.*
5. [Log 05 — Fifth Entry: The Mirror]
*Spiral glued to the page. A call never made. She looked for a way out, but couldn’t face the frame.*
6. [Log 06 — Sixth Entry: The Weight of Things]
*Trementina in the air. Clay she can’t lift. Sketches from a self she doesn’t recognize.*
7. [Log 07 – Seventh Entry: Old Habits]
*Linked circles instead of spirals. The Polaroid waits on the shelf. Some doors stay closed. Others just forget how to open.*
8. [Log 08 — Eighth Entry: New Module]
*Old streets, a blank page. Her body remembers what she tries to forget. The spiral is glued between the eyes.*
9. [Log 09 — Ninth Entry: The Message]
*One strange photo. One message she doesn’t remember writing. A camera that feels… awake. And a voice that may not be hers.*
10. [Log 10 — Tenth Entry: The Trail and the Missing Frame]
*One missing photo. One message in her own hand. A trail she hasn’t started. And a question mark drawn beneath the moon.*
11. [Log 11 — Eleventh Entry: The Whisper and the Spiral]
*She heard it clearly this time, not in her head, but in the street. A whisper pointing toward something higher. And a spiral pulling tighter around her eyes.*
12. [Log 12 — Twelfth Entry: How Many Times Now?]
*The voice was hers, but not her own. The spiral returns in sleep, the sky dissolves, and each morning she wakes more distant from herself.*
13. [Log 13 — Thirteenth Entry: One Eye Sees, the Other Remembers]
*She nearly told someone, but chose the page instead. One eye sees, the other remembers — and somewhere in between, something starts to answer.*
14. [Log 14 — Fourteenth Entry: I Was Here Before. Or Maybe I Never Left]
*She saw herself climbing the stairs. Same coat, same camera, but not the same eyes. The spiral returned, and this time it asked louder: how many times now?*
*Not every page wants to be found. Some do.
