Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
Beneath the waning crescent moon, I took a moonlit stroll to find Morticia. My attire tonight was a combination of black and deep crimson, a tribute to our shared devotion to the dark arts.
In the Addams garden, I found her tending to her own rituals. We exchanged thoughts on our Halloween preparations, a conversation of shadows and secrets that only we can understand.
Until the morrow, Wednesday