He was like a still pool, seeming almost empty from the outside, as though… broken… and left only a shell of a man. But Ukitake had found once you broke the surface it was almost too easy to drown. He has to take great caution to go slowly, and ease himself in, one careful inch at a time, so as not to upset the delicate balance and send everything pouring over the sides.
The moon shines down from a cloudless sky. The stars little points of twinkling brilliance tossed carelessly across the still blackness of the night. It was one of those rare nights when true beauty was reached. A beauty wasted on the multitude sleeping safe and warm in their beds. The world is perfectly still at this early hour. As if everything is holding it’s breath before the one big exhale into daybreak.