Ulquihime: Dreamscape TearsPure white drops fall sweet from grey,Ulquihime: Dreamscape Tears4 years ago in Short Stories
Soaking the land in their soft touch,
Cleansing the silent hissing sands
You once wandered upon.
Lightly they fall, and lightly they
Kiss your lips.
Hueco Mundo saw its first snow since its birth eons ago. The change had begun when the cold night sky had suddenly clouded with pulsing dark shadows that smothered the moon, and remained thus for several hours. The lesser Hollows barely paid attention, but the last remaining Espada certainly did.
Ulquiorra was the first to notice. The temperature had dropped significantly over a short period of time that night, to the point where he had begun to register a distinct anomaly. Wandering aimlessly through the silent wasteland, the former Quarto Espada stopped in his tracks and lifted his eyes up to the swollen grey heavens.
What was going to happen?
A hazy blur of a memory from a time long since faded from his thoughts wafted hesitantly at the surface of his mind, and with it the emotions he had