The courtyard felt like stepping into a serene valley. The air was fresh, with a gentle night breeze that was neither cold nor hot, carrying a faint, pleasant fragrance.
Aizen surveyed his surroundings and noticed the courtyard was planted with blooming roses and an old locust tree, beneath which stood a stone table and a few stone stools. There were also potted plants carefully arranged in the corners, forming a layout that seemed to carry some intricate design, likely another Spiritual configuration.
However, Aizen couldn't quite decipher its deeper meaning.
All he felt was that stepping into this courtyard was like being transported to another Stage. The sensation was curious, akin to entering a sauna, where the steamy, oppressive atmosphere starkly contrasts with the outside world.