Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
Under the waxing crescent moon, Uncle Fester and I conducted a moonlit séance in the attic. He donned his electrifying attire, a testament to his peculiar talents.
As the candles flickered, Uncle Fester and I recalled the vernal 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 vernal equinox igniting our discussions, Uncle Fester and I contemplated the significance of the autumnal equinox and how it would shape our Halloween preparations.
Until the morrow, Wednesday