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A place that gathered around 700 billion visitors could not be described with a word like crowd or congestion, no... this kind of gathering had already surpassed anything those words could contain, transcending all conventional measures of scale and density, and did not yet have a name worthy of it, as if language itself had fallen short before the magnitude of what stood here today.
The Soul Society tried to contain the situation, tried to supply the Grand Hall with enough energy to keep expanding continuously so that the overwhelming density would not become an obstruction, pushing the limits of its own systems without pause, stretching layers of space upon space between the guests in a seamless, invisible manner, and this came at an enormous, almost absurd cost that only an entity of such magnitude could even begin to sustain.
