Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
As the new month dawns, I find myself in the silent halls adorned in a black dress like Wednesday Addams, dancing a ballet of shadows, a dance that echoed with whispers of the eerie and the grotesque, a ballet that celebrated the dark allure and the eerie elegance of the black dress, a dance of eerie grace and grotesque beauty, a ballet of the black dress of shadows.
Until the morrow.