"You must be picking up on Catrina's petals." he says. "This holiday has a guardian of its own here."

Meeting an actual Calavera Catrina brought to life was very much like meeting Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. The iconography and cartoons from fuzzy childhood memories suddenly manifest in physical form. Even after having hopped around the multiverse, it was a little surreal.

"The flowers lead spirits to where they need to go, so the story says." he pinches the stem of the bone-white marigold left among the others. Of all the flowers arranged together, that one had an undeniable supernatural allure to it.

Pondering, he figures it must be a lonely existence for a ghost to never have anyone acknowledge them. It isn't so surprising one would end up wandering to the wrong place.