[[OOC Note: This is backdated to directly after the Glorious Dawn RP, Perseus's first visit to her planet as a regular Sailor]]

The sound of her planet's song had been deafening to her ears, the crash of waves and the sound of bells and chimes, and the distinct cacophonous harmony of six separate space objects singing in the harmony that was the constellation of Perseus. The sound was so ingrained in her entire being that the sailor could do little else but to follow it blindly- how could one ignore the calling of their very soul? The key beeped lightly on her phone, the only sound to break the noise of her planetary song. The trip felt a bit like everything sci-fi movies had imagined it to be- gut wrenching and a bit like the first drop from a roller coaster. Over in seconds, Perseus heard her boot heels click against paving stones, eyes still squeezed shut in trepidation.

The sound of her landing seemed to echo a bit around her, and slowly she opened her bright eyes. Any lingering doubt of Kurma's abilities or the reality of space travel was squashed at the sights before her. Wide eyed, the girl took a cautious step forward. Two moons hung visible in the daylight, the sky surrounding them a pleasant green-blue but tinged with something towards the horizon that looked like translucent copper.
How on earth had she forgotten a place like this existed? The skyline swept around her, a shamble of decaying buildings and the distinct sound of running water echoed softly across broken stone walls. It seemed that she had landed on a large paving stone, inlaid with untarnished silver, in a pattern that looked like an astrological symbol of some sort. It reminded her of the giant Aztec calendars she'd seen in books back on earth.

It was the first time in a long time that Adira Perses, the sailor suited soldier had been struck dumb and silent. The enormity of it was staggering… she hadn't realized tears were leaking from her eyes until she felt one land on the exposed skin of her arm. Wiping them away with gloved fingers, Perseus sniffled softly and ventured forward towards the large entrance behind her. The doors that had once hung on its frame lay partially shattered and de-hinged, but the designs were still apparent marked into the wood with a silver-blue substance matched the material underfoot.

Plants had done a great deal of destruction on the building, but it was clear that something else was the initial cause. Ragged holes blown through the stone walls let in light, and scorch marks on the walls indicated a burning. Perseus wasn't sure why she made the turns that she made. Each path felt right to take, like her boots had walked it a hundred times before even though everything was unfamiliar to her eyes. With every step she took, the sound of falling water grew louder until she entered a silver doorway that held what could only be described as a throne room.

Inside of the room, a medium sized waterfall had swelled over its limitations in the years of neglect, filling the basin of the room with nearly a foot of clear water. Somewhere, the original drainage system had to be at least partially functional to have prevented more flooding in the chamber. A great stone chair, wrought with silver designs stood cleaved on a raised dais which had since turned into an island. Picking her way down the staircase which wrapped around the outside, she attempted to ignore the sound of her heels against the cracked stair stones which reverberated in the chamber eerily. Once at the bottom, Perseus stood on the last step which was a raised circular lip that ran around the entire round room, trapping the water in. Several statues lined the lip of the room, some broken beyond recognition but several others remained intact enough to make out details of whom they might have been. The statue to her right, labeled with the title of the woman depicted, was clothed elegantly in marble, even the little brocade of her sleeves had been carefully tooled into the smooth surface of the stone. The eyes were curiously blank, devoid of the pupil and iris that would have fit in more smoothly with the amount of detail present elsewhere on the statue. Long hair was braided back in neat rows, decorated by what must have been hanging jewels. The statue stood aloof in a throne room long since forgotten, watching solemnly.

Turning her attention, Perseus could see that the blockage had not been complete enough for a stagnate flooding, which allowed her to assess the wreckage beneath the shimmering waters. She could see designs etched into the floor, fairly deep and probably where the water had run in to when the system was functioning properly. As she stood looking at the throne, surrounded by water and illuminated by a broken ceiling panel, something changed about the room. In a flash the room was bathed in bright blue, the clear waters of the room running properly through the floor reflected dancing light onto every surface of the chamber. There was a woman standing before the throne, her dress just barely hanging above the water on the floor. Perseus couldn't make many details of her, the glowing woman clothes in white. The water seemed to pulse before her, previously glassy waters troubled by whatever power she was emitting.

Taking a step down into the water, she was shocked at the coldness of it as it swirled around her legs, nearly enough of a sensation to knock her back to the present. Refocusing, the sailor reached a hand out through the illusion, moving slowly to touch the phantom woman before her. Perseus could feel in the depths of her soul that this woman was very important to her. After her first few steps, Perseus was able to see that the woman held a silver knife, inlaid with stones and markings similar in color to the ones that decorated her fuku.

Just before gloved fingers lay upon the woman's arm, the vision was gone. The sailor was left standing in the room, partially soaked and shaking with the deep feelings about the scene that resonated somewhere in her memories. Something about it was terribly familiar, for reasons that she could not place. Perseus's hand hovered in the air before the cracked stone throne for several moments before the arm dropped to her side.

What on earth had she just seen?

Whatever it had been, she had a gut feeling that what occurred in the throne room in her vision had not been a happy occasion. More than a little troubled, the Sailor of Illusion numbly retrieved her phone, fiddling with the buttons enough to send her whizzing back 'home', even though she was more sure now than ever that home was maybe not quite what she thought it was. Was the Negaverse right? Was she not human?

The girl certainly felt human, however, she was unsure of what that actually meant in the long run. Did being alien feel human too? Dropping henshin in a safe place, Adira Perses walked back to her flat blindly, eyes still entranced by the phantom woman garbed in white that kept running through her memories, avoiding every attempted effort of recollection.