Knock... Knock... Return Of The Dead

Fluttering in the wind, like a dandelion in an updraft, a young girl, perhaps at the age of fourteen, air walked gently in the world of eternal night, Hueco Mundo. The large white sand dunes beneath the young
girl decorated the landscape for miles on end, in most directions, broken by only the rare boulder and dead shrubbery. Though, beneath the reddish brown coat, and boots, that adorned the young girl, was the soul of Albatross, the soul collector. As the sinner drifted over the dreary landscape of its former home, which it remembered clearly, it headed towards the destination of Las Noches.

Watching the horizon with its bright green eyes of a human, Albatross laughed gleefully as it took its time,
its fox mask, decorated with paints of blue, red, yellow, and of course white. The mask covering the sinner's girlish face, as its brown ponytails drifted in the breeze and gusts of the wind, as the former hollow headed towards the Espada base. Through death, Albatross had achieved one of its dreams of rebirth, and because of this, its fears shrunk. Knowing that even in death it would be able to come back and haunt those which it knew.

Laughing at the mere thought of haunting, gave Albatross a swift boost of speed as it saw the dark spires of the fortress of arrancars' and hollow's alike loom in the distance. Slowing down, Albatross descended unto the white sands of Hueco Mundo, preparing for its visit. The sinner wondering whether it should enter the place it had none as it always used to, or to break down a wall, and cause a ruckus. But, as Albatross became lost in thought it realized it had never entered the fortress normally to begin with, usually having broken part of the roof for the sake of amusement. As the sinner, dressed in its human skin, walked closer to its destination, it feared nothing, prepared for combat, or kindly social situations. Its entire presence cloaked, giving off no heat signatures, sounds, scents, nor any form of thing which could give itself away. Besides for Albatross' physical presence, it seemed as if it did not exist at all.

With a giggle, Albatross decided to play its part, as it planned to surprise those who visit it, in its female form. As Albatross reached the walls of Los Noches, it waited, with a smile plastered on its human face, and hands clasped together as if waiting for its favorite cartoon to start on the television. Giggling lightly the child waited for an opportunity to enter, as it sat down in the sand gently, the child's height being about fifty-two inches.