Demeter didn't know what to expect when she finally let herself go to her planet for the first time. Plenty of people had given her advice about traveling for her first foray into the long-dead past—many things didn't just die (mainly because inanimate objects simply... did not die, that's not how objects worked). If any traps existed from the previous incarnation's paranoias or anything like that, they would as surely still be well intact as any ancient traps in an Indiana Jones movie, and quite possibly more dangerous with the likely magical elements attached to them. There might be bones she didn't want to see. Depending on the stasis that the planet was in, it was possible that the buildings might have crumbled and exploring would be dangerous just for that if not also for traps, or the buildings may not have fallen into disrepair and still looked just as pristine as the last day everything seemed okay. The latter would definitely make everything look like an exceptionally creepy ghost town, which... she could probably handle? Especially if she could just manage to trick herself into believing that it was all part of the Halloween Aesthetic (TM) that she was decked out in.

Once again, she could only be thankful that she had been named Autumn, because the hilarious coincidence never ceased to thrill and delight her.

If only she could share that fact with the person she loved most. (Maybe she didn't love Lete enough if she wasn't willing to give everything up for her, maybe she was just a stupid, vapid girl like so many liked to call her because she was a walking stereotype of a middle class white teenage girl well into adulthood). She pushed those thoughts away. Right now, she wanted to focus on what was right in front of her.

She had arrived on her planet to... some kind of... funeral pyre? The fire hadn't raged enough to burn away the bones into ash like most of the wood, but she could definitely spy blackened and cracked bones in the center. A skull. She turned to look away from the tragic scene, only to look upon another. It seemed like the people running the pyre hadn't been thinking clearly—unless... Maybe it wasn't some kind of "normal" Viking funeral pyre thing. If it was a burning at the stake sort of a deal... Yeah, it made sense that nobody would be thinking clearly. That seemed like angry mob behavior.

The entire town, as far as she could see, had also burned. A trail of burnt grass spread from the pyre—the stake burning—and the fire had consumed most of the town. Geez, just what had happened here?

A flash of memory—this, too, she had been told about, that coming here could cause memories of her past life to surface—a flash of roaring heat, anger, hatred, fear. She screamed, sobbed, begged, but she burned anyway, to the jeers of people she had loved and served faithfully as a senshi, and her anger burned hotter than the fires that consumed her, she managed to kick a flaming branch out and felt grim satisfaction as the smoke filled her lungs, as the fire spread, her final act—

Demeter gasped harshly, choking on smoke long gone, breathing raggedly. ********. She didn't cuss, usually, but that seemed like the perfect time for one. "********," she whispered aloud, realizing she was on her knees, staring at the skull. She had burned to death here. That was her. Whoever she'd been before.

Something caught her eye and she frowned, stepping gingerly into the pile of burnt wood and bone, apologizing softly to her old self for disturbing the horrific grave. Something in here hadn't burned, but what? She sifted through it all until she could remove the bright orange bag, looking for all the world like it hadn't been in this pyre while it was lit.

"Huh. You're a cute little thing," she said, pulling it over her head. As it settled on her hip, she felt as thought it belonged there. Like it was coming home itself, in a way.

That was enough for her for one day. Even if she wouldn't be gross once she went home, she still very much wanted to shower after digging around in her own unorthodox grave. And if she was planning on doing more of that, she wanted to get a face mask for it. The last thing she needed, of course, was to be breathing in bone dust.