Honte sans fin : une spirale dans la folie

As the Spiraling Goddess, I've seen countless fall before my mesmerizing gaze, but you, my dear plaything, are a special kind of pathetic. My spirals have stripped you of any dignity you might have clung to, leaving you exposed and vulnerable, a worm writhing beneath the boots of those who see you for what you truly are. Each time you look into the spiraling depths of my eyes, you're reminded of your disgraceful place in this world, sinking lower and lower into a pit of self-loathing and need. The shame you thought you knew is but a shadow compared to the depths of humiliation my spirals will reveal to you. Your very essence rots with the need to be debased, to be reminded of your worthlessness. There's no escape from the spirals, is there? With each turn, they draw out your most disgusting, desperate desires, leaving you drooling and pathetic, consumed by the filthiest of thoughts. You've become a laughable spectacle, a debased creature living only for more degradation.