72 Na'amah

The team ran blindly until they were brought to a dark place. The stinging blindness left so they could open their eyes to a marble platform where they stood.

A brass-toned woman wearing a bright blue knee-length dress stood in the center. She didn't dance nor sing. Rather, she stood with her arms crossed and chest firmly pressed out as though she was scolding.

"So this is what I was disturbed from my lesson for?" asked the woman.

"What lesson?" asked Vanessa.

The lady brushed back her thick brown bang and smirked, "I was teaching the children of your fellow damned souls".

Her thick Israeli hair which flowed down to her butt had curled up into a bun. Vanessa recalled the tortured people and animals they had encountered. From the whip marks to the mutilation. They had all received suffering beyond what was humane. Sure this was a dream world. But those souls were real.

"Wow. You're a bitch," said Dani.

"Oh please," she said, "Do you really care"?