Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
Gomez and I shared a moonlit dance in the courtyard under the waning gibbous moon. My gown was a bewitching black ensemble, and Gomez wore his signature dark suit.
As we twirled and swayed, I felt the moon's energy infuse our movements. It was a dance of darkness and devotion, a silent celebration of the unity that defines our peculiar family.
Until the morrow, Wednesday