Entry Four: Smudged Date, Dampened Paper

Met with a peculiar being tonight. A specter or just a night-wandering soul, I couldn't tell. Tall, lithe...It had a captivating presence as if even death had been charmed by its vitality.

Entry Six: Date Unreadable, Ink Blot

Danced under the moon's watchful gaze, while the old, gravestones bore silent witness. It watched me, the being, with eyes that glowed like ancient stars. We spoke no words.

Entry Sixteen: Burned Edges, Ashen Remnants

The dances became our nocturnal ritual. The rhythm, our shared language. We were a mystery to each other, bound by the ethereal melody of existence.

Entry Twenty-Three: Date Faded, Paper Crumpled

Tonight, the being seemed more... ethereal, if that's possible. A sadness touched its eyes. We danced, but our rhythm was a melancholic waltz. My heart echoed its sorrow.

Entry Thirty-Three: Half-Torn Page, Unseen End

This might be our last dance... I could feel it. An unspoken farewell in our shared glance. The cemetery, a silent sentinel to our parting. How strange, to feel a sense of loss for a creature from the other side.

Created in Virtual Reality and presented as a single framework. Please contact me should you possess this work, as I have this framed in the studio for you already.