Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
Today, the mansion was a silent witness to my dark reverie as I danced through the halls in what I envisioned to be my Wednesday ball dress. The gown flowed like a river of darkness, enveloping me in shadows as I swayed, a solitary figure in a ball attended by ghosts and creatures of the night, a celebration of the damned where despair meets beauty in a deadly embrace.
Until the morrow.