The moment Mila finally drifted off within her own psyche, she would be able to tell this was not a normal dream.<i>He</i>was here. However, something was off, more than usual at least. She could actually hear something other than his words, which were mysteriously missing from this encounter. It sounded like water; either rain or waves, she would not be able to tell. However, two things stuck out among that sound. The first, was the absence of a sound. As if there was something else that should have been heard but was being completely and totally muted. The second was whispering. Small murmurs of speech seemingly coming from right next to her. As if a chorus of a thousand people were whispering all at once, low enough that even if one voice could be chosen from among the myriad, nothing could be understood. Not even the language in which the whispering was being conducted could be comprehended.<br/><br/>Mila would be able to find herself in complete control of her body, though the method in which she was shown this would only cause further confusion. What felt like a hand was put on her back and pushed forward, putting her off balance. If she was to turn around and see if anyone was there, she would find nothing but the void around her. It was almost as if the push was urging her forward, to wander deeper into the void in the direction she was initially facing. The moment she turned back around, she could see something had changed. Raised on a dais about two dozen yards away, an orb of water was held. The orb was large enough to fit a person inside, but nothing was seemingly contained within. However, the main oddity was the fluidity of the orb. It moved and acted as water, though instead of falling to the ground, it simply stayed in the air above the dais. The orb held a multitude of large cracks on it's surface, as if instead of water the outer shell was made of glass. The only thing to prevent the confirmation that it was made of glass was the fact that the cracks moved along with the water as it constantly shifted through the interference of some unknown force. Whatever the water was imprisoning was wanted, either to be free or to possess whatever was inside.<br/><br/><i>"Come forth,"</i>the oh so familiar voice said, echoing out into the void as well as carrying a hint of a command that seeped in to the smooth politeness it usually held. Whether it be by Mila's own feet or the machinations of this nothingness around her, the stairs onto the dais was at her feet. With the dais now so close, many things could now be seen and heard. First, the dais was covered with a plethora of inscriptions. Though the words were beyond Mila's comprehension, she would find herself able to understand the gist of it all: It was a prison of some sort, holding something out of the reach of others. A word was repeated numerous times, one that would remind her of what he has been telling her since the moment she had purchased that book: ritual. Upon the top of the dais, instead of the instructions and the warning that had laced the base of it, was what seemed like a list. Names, hundreds of them, each in the language in which it was birthed. Unlike the base, some of the names could not be understood, though a few dozens were in English. Each and every name found it's home under writings in the same language as the base, able to be understood by Mila:  Senmiel, Ralasizon, Narehsepiel, Sasaloss, Aronmar, Haxesasael, and many many more. The names in this language seemed to continue on impossibly so, even when the dais should have logically ran out of room to contain them.<br/><br/>Once Mila decided enough was enough, her eyes would be drawn to the sphere of water dangling above. A sense to reach out forced it's way into her mind and, before she could actually think on that, Mila would find her hand reaching out to touch the water. The cool, calming water gave way to her fingers, sending a ripple over the orb. A moment later, a hand lunged out of the water, grasping on to her wrist and holding her in place<i>. "It is time, Mila Morrison,"</i>the voice told her, coming from the water despite nothing being visible from within.<i>"Complete the ritual and set me free,"</i>the voice commanded.<br/><br/>Suddenly, a new sound entered the void. The familiar constant beeping of Mila's alarm. In an instant, the dais and orb dropped away. The sound of water and whispers disappeared. Before long, even the void seemed to drop away from her. The sound of the alarm began to grow louder, and the sound of train tracks and the slowing of the subway was all that she had heard anymore.