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 winter solstice from earlier this year, a time of darkness and renewal, when the moon held sway over long nights.
With memories of the winter solstice in my heart, I continued my moon-based rituals for Halloween, embracing the ever-turning wheel of seasons and our family's enduring traditions.
Until the morrow, Wednesday