Retrieve the burdensome book of sinister sworcery from the darkness beneath Mingi Taw.
Tame the cosmic geometry of The Gold Trigon in a sunlit meadow where angry bird sculptures loom.
Despite everything, tame the Dark Moon Trigon in a rain-soaked forest during a storm of thunder & lightning.
Feel free to take this opportunity to secretly self-identify as a principled, loving individual or a violent psychopath.
Adjust your computer's date/time settings to access other moon phases & thus feel profound shame.
It has been said that something lurks within the White Stag of Scythia, wherever/whenever/whatever that might be.
Be awesome, get the Bright Moon Trigon from beneath an impossible island in the centre of a placid lake.