Ulquiorra was impressed once. It was a beautiful spring day, as he lay in a meadow with his lover. He's never actually had a lover, and he might not even have the proper parts, but he can feel love. Even though he cannot. And he has cried many black and green tears every night. He's crying them now. See? Emerald and noir -- that's French for black -- streaming down his lily white, perfectly sculpted face.
The sun, it was the single entity that impressed him. It's flickering corona and heady beams of light, illuminating the sky and warming the Earth - it was there that he had discovered life and meaning and the meaning of life.
Beauty, resplendent and unerring.
Mr. Sun, Mr. Sun, Mr. Golden Sun, please shine down on me.]
It was nothing spectacular.
[There is so sun today, and he is sad. :( ← this makes it look authentic.]