Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
Tonight, under the waning gibbous moon, I sought solace in the Whispering Library. My attire was a velvet cloak, a deep midnight blue, evoking the feeling of an endless night.
In the library's hushed whispers, I reviewed ancient texts on Halloween and the autumn solstice. The rituals were taking shape, each word a piece of the puzzle. The library's secrets are my guiding stars.
Until the morrow, Wednesday