Fortyseven

The blackness engulfed her in her dreams, that was the only way they could see into her true self. She dreamed of monsters, death and destruction. She fought it the best she could. Then the other dreams returned. She was once again dying, not knowing she would be reborn into another time and place.
The black liquid in the lava-lamp bubbled: "Do not question! I have reasons for my actions, and you will find them out in time."