The face blinks to a different woman, and the centipedal coils settle in closer around her.
"Let me tell you a story. Once, there was a world, fresh and pure, where life of all sorts flourished. Then the humans arrived. They were weak and small and few in number, and it seemed they would fade from the world as easily as they appeared. But a foolish few decided that they did not wish for that to happen, and so the humans were offered shelter on the backs of the lion turtles. There they stayed, festering, until they grew numerous enough that the lion turtles would not support them all. Rather than accept this limitation, they began to spread, casting themselves across the land, heedless of any who lived there before them. This would have been again their death, except that one among them found the great World Spirit, and bound it to their will, forcing it to serve their race above all others. The world was sundered, and the humans took the World Spirit with them into their world, leaving us here bereft, to weaken and die as the destruction they wreak upon themselves is reflected here."