Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
September's moonlit symphony drew me to don a Wednesday costume, a reflection of my unyielding nature. Dressed in somber attire, I made my way to the garden, my destination for another moon ritual.
Tonight's moonlit offering was rosemary, a herb of remembrance and clarity. As I plucked the fragrant sprigs, I contemplated the significance of memory within our peculiar family.
In the garden, I encountered Grandmama, her attire adorned with mystical symbols. She joined me, and together, we embarked on a moonlit serenade to the spirits of our ancestors.
With her guidance, our ritual invoked the moon's energy to strengthen our connection with those who came before us. As we whispered incantations, I sensed their presence, a reminder that our family's legacy extends beyond the boundaries of life and death.
With the ritual complete, Grandmama and I returned to the mansion, the moon's ethereal light guiding our steps as we prepared for the coming nights of September.
Until the morrow, Wednesday