-Chihiro the Cye

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“But look, there-“
M didin’t hear the rest. Tan’s voice was seemed far away, like background music she would put on while reading an online book on another tab. She realized vaguely that she was drifiing away. Drifting away, her mother had called it. Drifting away, her uncle had also called, before all the life was suddenly sucked went out o
Of him like a candle, and he just sat there wasting away.
Mitsubishi felt a small tinge of fear horror, but it was far away, like t voice, and so she just stood there, silent like a statue. She felt bleak, disconnected, mind full of that empty emptiness, looking but not seeing.
Suddenly she saw that the lake was gone, and she was just standing I. Front of a Great Basin filled to the brim with a millón red marbles. She could see her reflection in some of them, warped and crimson, and looked up. There was something there, in the center, yet it seemed far, a white cloth fluttering in the breeze. And suddenly she realized that she needed to go there, to it, find it, get it, it was something she wanted more than anything. Mutsuki steppers into the lake, marbles sloshing against her shoes, making a sound like clinking glasses, She wadedforward, her eyes always on the thing, that white cloth fluttering and flapping even though there was no breeze no wind.
(Mitsuko!)
Taeko was shouting, yes, but she was already disconnected and she didn’t hear, couldn’t hear, all that mattered was that piece of cloth
(MIT)
The marble were halfway up her calves now-
“SUKO!!”
But suddenly something came hurtling out from nowhere, and some part of her realized vaguely that it was a branch, and large one-
And she came out of her trance. Mitsuko saw that she was deep in the lake water and it was up to her waist,
“Wha-“ she said “WHAT THE F-CK!?” She waded back, trying to tun run , and collapsed heavily on the shoreline. Cold seeped through her socks “Mitsuko!” Taeko cried,’x she was bending over her. “Are you okay?! I was so worried!” “Yuh uh yeah-“







Like background music she put in while she read a book. Mitsuko realized vaguely that she was drfting, drifting away.






“But look, there-”
Mitsuko didn’t hear the rest. Taeko’s voice already seemed far away, like background music she put on YouTube while she read a book on another tab, music she heard but didn’t listen,m. Mitsuko realized vaugley that she was becoming disconnected from the world. Drifting away, her mother had called it. Drifting away, her uncle had also called it before when he was still bright and active, before all the life went out of him like a candle and he just sat there on this bed, gazing out the window as he wasted away. She felt a slight tinge of fear, but it was small and insignificant, and her mind was full of that bleak emptiness which was the fog
(Mitsuko?)
Mitsuko stood there, staring at the lake, looking but not seeing, hands hanging limply at her sides. And suddenly she did see.
The lake was gone and replaced with a basin filled to the brim with red marbles that clinking like ice against each other. And there was Somthung, something, far away. It was white and flapping, but there was no wind. And suddenly mi knew she had to go there, and she walked into lake, marbles sloshed against her legs. But it wasn’t closer m even thought she was