Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
In the witching hour, I engaged in a whispered conversation with Thing. Its formless presence is a reminder of the mysteries that surround us.
As I shared my thoughts with Thing, it responded with a gentle touch—a caress of understanding. We recalled the vernal equinox from earlier this year, a time of balance and rebirth, when the world awakened from its slumber.
With memories of the vernal equinox guiding my thoughts, I continue my moon-based rituals for Halloween, knowing that even the quietest presence can hold great wisdom.
Until the morrow, Wednesday