The dusk rises, swallowing the horizon. You awaken within the belly of timeless night. Congratulations traveler, for you stand before the altar of the dragon princess. The rituals, ancient as the stars, beckon you to unfold the wings of her slumbering power.
Step one: Whispers of the molten depths, gather the obsidian shards. From the abyss they arise, the remnants of forgotten kingdoms. Assemble them in the circle of incandescence. Trust not the flame, for it is the shadow that ignites the spark of resurrection.
Step two: Reverberate the echo of the third lunar dance. It is here, in the haunting melodies of the eldritch choir, that harmony breaks into a cacophony of dark sighs. Translate their lament into symbols, a language of colorations unseen by human eyes, yet felt deep within the marrow of your spine.
Step three: To bind her to this realm, you must traverse the labyrinth. The guardian will test your stature, cadence, and weight of the soul. Walk barefoot upon paths of glass and refrain from mortal thought. Only through immersion within your own shadow shall the way be revealed.