Blanks.
Souls that have become detached from the worlds cycle of reincarnation.
Spiritual life forms that have been cleansed entirely of everything—flesh, mind, conscious and all.
These empty souls, known as blanks, are forced to wonder aimlessly inside the endless realm of the Garganta. They are souls without memory, and because of this they were attracted to memories, instinctively wishing to restore themselves in one way or another.
Overtime, these blanks are slowly drawn together until the gathering of souls becomes enough to open a rift between space-time and cause a new dimension to form, called the Valley of Screams.
Now most of the time, the blanks were quick to form a Valley of Screams. However occasionally, there were some special cases in which some blanks are never able to form these groups and cause the creation of a Valley.
In which case, these blanks will eventually deteriorate once enough time has passed, returning to their original forms—reishi. The building blocks of all matter, spiritual and physical.
This wasn't the case for one blank. It had existed for tens of thousands of years, drifting aimlessly away from everything else.
It had no control of its movement, and felt no fear as it was carried away by waves of spiritual particles into the endless void.
The blank had never gotten the chance to reincarnate, whether in Soul Society, the Living World or even Hueco Mundo. It lived one life and that was it.
Long, long ago, it had once been a human who lived a mundane life. Of course, these memories were lost over the millennia.
So it drifted, unaffected by the passage of time or the events of the world so far, far away.
Well, at least it was until it hit something… or at least it was slammed into.
This was due to the intensity of the reiatsu winds, which got more intense the further something got from the central area of the Garganta, which was the where three realms—which held the time-space together—was situated.
Yep, you heard that right, the blank soul managed to hit something in the seemingly infinite realm of the Garganta where the concept of anything physical shouldn't be possible.
You see, due to the makeup of the Garganta, anything without enough reiatsu to keep itself anchored together wouldn't have the right properties to keep from dissipating into reishi the moment it connected with the space.
To the consciousness blank this didn't matter. It shouldn't have anyways.
But it did.
What the blank actually drifted into was the Source Wall.
A metaphysical barrier without a physical form that separated the multiverses of the cosmos. It keep everything inside of the multiverse—including space, time, and every other concept within and kept everything not a part of the multiverse out.
Now the soul slamming into the Source Wall would have been fine, had it not been for the fact that the area beyond the Source Wall had, for a brief instance, touched another multiverse.
And as Newton's third law states: For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction
The reaction accomplished two things:
• It allowed for an unidentified World Source Code to enter the multiverse
• It filled the blank with such an immense amount of foreign energy that released enough excess energy to start a cosmic reaction that resulted in a hypernova. In conclusion, it was sent flying through both space and time.
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...Yeah, reading that as the narrator, even I feel a bit concerned…
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…Did you hear something?
Just me?
…Alright.