Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
Tonight, under the moon's watchful eye, Gomez and I engaged in moonlit spellcasting in the courtyard. His attire was as enigmatic as his charm.
As we chanted incantations, Gomez and I recalled the spring equinox from earlier this year—a time of balance and awakening. It marked the emergence of life from the depths of winter.
With memories of the spring equinox in our hearts, Gomez and I continued our preparations for Halloween, knowing that the cycles of nature are intricately tied to our peculiar family's traditions.
Until the morrow, Wednesday