Dark. Darkness. Everything is dark. Darkness is my whole world. Everything I do, everything I say is shrouded in darkness. I cannot escape it. I cannot do anything to stop it. I cannot do anything but except that my whole existence, my whole being, that my whole life, has been, and will always be shrouded in this glittering, beautiful, yet sad, darkness.
I wake up in this dimly lit space I call a home. It is quite demolished since the recent fighting has just ended. All of the people I called "comrades" are all dead. But it's not like I did anything with them. They were all born after me. I am the original arrancar, unless of course you want to count those vizords the first. I was created by accident; I should have died by being eaten by a hollow. But for some reason, I kind of fused with this hollow, and I am in control. I still have my mind. I still have this human sensation to love. Although that hadn't always been the case. Yes I had a time when I was purely hollow, eating other hollows, but when I became a vaste lorde I regained somewhat human again. Then my conscience just burst and I became in control. I then by some miracle was able to control this body. But I'll never be the same again. I may have never become fully hallow, because yes even when I was devoured I retained some of my self, and didn't even get a hole. But I will never be able to go back to a human life. Because, after all, I still look like a hollow. And how would I be able to get a Gigai, even if I didn't? But I'll still look after my little sister. Because after all who do you think I am? But that is for another time, later in this story. Just wait and see for all will revealed in due time.