Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
Today, with the mansion enveloped in shadows, I danced a ballet of my own creation, a symphony of shadows performed in the solitude of my room. Each step was an echo in the darkness, a whisper of the eerie and the mysterious. My Wednesday Adam outfit transformed into a costume of shadows, flowing and swirling with a life of its own, a silent partner in my dance of darkness.
Until the morrow.