Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
As I stood before the mirror, I found myself entranced by the white collar that adorned my black dress, a constant in my daily attire. In a ballet centered around the Wednesday Addams collar, I imagined a dance that told the story of contrasts, of light and dark, life and death, a dance that spoke of the dual nature of my existence, a dance of contrasts where the white collar is a beacon of light in the darkness that envelops me.
Until the morrow.