Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
In the courtyard, I enjoyed a moonlit serenade by Lurch's side. His towering presence and stoic demeanor make him a steadfast companion.
Lurch, dressed in his signature butler attire, played hauntingly beautiful melodies on the organ. As the moonlight bathed us, Lurch and I reminisced about the spring equinox from earlier this year.
The spring equinox marked the return of life to the land, a time of balance when day and night held equal sway. With the memory of this equilibrium in our minds, I resume my moon-based rituals for Halloween, knowing that the ever-shifting balance of existence will guide our path.
Until the morrow, Wednesday