Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
In the silent corridors, adorned in a black Wednesday dress, I danced a ballet of shadows, a celebration of the darkness that is a constant in my life. Each step was a whisper of secrets known only to the night, a dance of eerie grace that speaks of the mysteries hidden in the folds of the midnight fabric, a dance where the black dress becomes a living entity, a partner in my dance of shadows.
Until the morrow.