The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and something else, something sweet and cloying. Chihiro, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs, stared at the bridge before her. It spanned a chasm of swirling mist, its wooden planks warped and moss-covered. On the other side, a towering structure rose from the mist, its silhouette a jumble of twisted branches and glowing lanterns. It was Yubaba's bathhouse, a place whispered about in hushed tones, a place where the boundaries between the human world and the spirit world blurred. A shiver ran down Chihiro's spine. She was no longer in the familiar world of her childhood. She was in a place where the rules were different, where the air itself hummed with unseen magic. Taking a deep breath, she stepped onto the bridge, her feet sinking into the damp wood. The journey had begun.

(Your Chihiro!)