Yachiru slowly approached a tall, wilting tree shaped with a dark crystal. The Hueco Mundo was cold and barren, the only sound coming from Yachiru's footsteps in the purely white sand. She rested beneath the tree, staring at the rainless clouds, awaiting a rift in space that would return her to the Soul Society. How she came upon the realm of hollows, she could not remember, no matter how much she tried. Suddenly, she heard a noise among the landscape surrounding her. She jumped up and prepared to fight, but saw nothing in any direction. She heard a loud thud and turned to face where she believed it was coming from, but still saw nothing. She remained still, listening through the silence for another trace of noise. It was then broken as a scream escaped her throat, a hollow latched onto her from behind. Unable to move, she watched in horror as more hollows appeared, all surrounding her until the even the eternal veil of night was consumed by their shadows. Then, as quickly as it came, a flash of light shot through the air with a loud crack, and the hollows were gone. Yachiru fell to the ground, still terrified, as the light approached her. She looked up to see a figure outlined there, hand outstretched. She began to reach for it just as a hollow reappeared and ran toward her. A few mere feet from her, it pounced toward her and the figure she had not yet reached…