Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
Under the waxing crescent moon, Gomez serenaded me in the courtyard. My attire was a black gown with silver embroidery, resonating with the moon's mystic influence.
As Gomez's voice filled the night, I felt a surge of inspiration for our Halloween preparations. The moonlit serenade was a reminder of the beauty in our peculiar love.
Until the morrow, Wednesday