Many of the weary heart have trodden the path of the trail of dreams only to find themselves turned onto the path of the desolate and hopeless skies.

Be it the novice who beholds trinkets and sustenance of little salvation. Or the Master of the blade, confident in the skill but alas, even a Master without armour is bound to find themselves in the Skeletal Hall. Forever guarding The Moon Goddess and her Familiar, Drowsy.

The halls have called your name, and the skeletal guards of the Moon Monk await your offerings.

Follow in the steps of those before you. Collect your armour or trinkets, and may the goddess look upon you with fortune...unless she deems you worthy of the Hall.

Be quick, lest the Sun Monk find you ill-equipped.