Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
Today, I imagined a ballet where I would embody the mysterious grace of a cat. Adorned in a Wednesday cat outfit, I would weave tales of mystery and elegance through dance, a ballet of silent footsteps and eerie grace, a dance that speaks of the silent prowler in the night, a creature of shadows weaving tales of the mysterious and the unknown through the language of dance.
Until the morrow.