"A swirling maelstrom of past thoughts, ideas, pursuits, flow over me, too much for me to see and comprehend in a human lifetime."
"The memories are breaking down though, creating huge missing chunks in the whirlpool I draw from..."
"Several memories burst out. Of the kingdom she's ruled, the children she's born, the mates she's taken. Only passing glimpses that I can only just barely grasp."
"I see hordes of humans gathered around her, worshiping her as a god. I feel an intense desire to spread her influence, to be worshiped across the land."
"Then the memory shifts, to the child she raised, the rabid monster that turned on its mother and nearly consumed her. I feel the sorrow and the deep wish for a second child."
"Desires from her long forgotten past, interesting, but it tells me nothing about what it is she desires currently."