Beginning note: I don't own Spirited Away, I'm not making any money off it, and this is all for the funzys.

Ablution - A ceremonial act of washing parts of the body or sacred containers

Hallucination

It was an oddly peaceful feeling, floating along in the air currents. Chihiro was no longer sinking to her demise in the chilled water; she was dancing in an empty white room of potential. Of endings and beginnings and where there was no such thing as sorrow any longer.

There was no such thing as hurt in this god world. There was no such thing as longing.

Maybe it was a hallucination, but there was only a mirror to a world she was no longer a part of, and the soft lullaby of an old antique music box, soothing her soul to sleeping.

And part of her ached to close her eyes; to let that lullaby take her over and allow her glorious rest as she was carried off by the breeze to who knows where. But there were still the traces of curiosity lingering at the edges of her consciousness, forcing her to dance her way toward that mirror.

Placing hands against the worn, wooden frame to steady herself against it as they slowly twisted in this existence without gravity, she looked through it; at the reflection that was not of the shimmering whiteness around her, but of glowing darkness and a cacophony of movement that seemed so disjointed from here.

And the image before her was like a movie, rather than her own form, sinking slowly further into the uncharted waters.

Her dragon was swimming around her in loose coils of fur and scales, urging her unmoving form toward the surface, but she couldn't bring herself to weep over the look in his eyes. All she could do was watch in fixation at the scene playing out in-front of her that shifted angles with her mirrors spinning.

But then something changed. The angle shifted so that she was looking at him as if she were still her, as if he could see her. And he spoke. Though not with words, he had no words in the that form, but still he spoke.

Come back to me.

Chihiro couldn't help but to look curiously at her dragon. He was talking to her. But not the version of herself that was lifeless in his waters. He was talking to her.

Come back to me.

So she pressed fingertips against the cool glass as if in a mockery of a caress, and it's surface rippled beneath her flesh, giving way for the barest of moments, before the world around her was in chaos; the whiteness of the god-world being flooded as freezing, black water poured though the mirror to consume her.

And suddenly she couldn't breath.

Note: Boom. A chapter. I'm so very sorry I was unable to update until now, guys, But I'm sick again. Again. I've got an infection in my jaw (for the second time in the past 2 months) And so they have me on a second round of antibiotics to prep me for another surgery. I'm also on the really good painkillers that make me just kind of sit here and stare at my ceiling and sleep a lot, so this has been the first day that I've actually been coherent and not in copious amounts of pain. I'm trying to get these out as quickly as possible, but its all a matter of what my health allows.

But in other news, I've been listening to a music box version of 'Carry On My Wayward Son' by 'Kansas' While writing this. It's fabulous. Go listen to it.