Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
Tonight, under the waning gibbous moon, I composed an ode to the moon's phases and their connection to our Halloween preparations. My attire, a celestial-inspired dress adorned with silver stars, paid homage to the night sky.
In verses, I celebrated the moon's role in guiding our rituals, from the first whispers of planning to the final incantations on Halloween night. Its beauty is the ink that writes our peculiar traditions.
Until the morrow, Wednesday