Can't remember.
All the previous memories have disappeared.
Blue is more comfortable than black, and I belong to white.
The blue sky in this world is beautiful.
In this world, what is imprinted on the eyes is nothingness, and what is not imprinted on the eyes does not exist.
Makes no sense.
[Then, I promise you a blue sky in Hueco Mundo, and you just need to regard me as the meaning of your existence.
[Yes, Lord Aizen.
——Subtle deviation——
Damn you, what's up with this weird style of copywriting...
Intention: writing and playing