A cry for help has come from Steam City. A miasma of pain and terror has spilled from its walls into the Unending River, and the screams of rioting citizens and shrieking metal cannot be ignored. Once again, Balance must be restored. With body and spirit aligned, perhaps your purity will be enough. Perhaps the cost will be bearable. Perhaps this will be unlike any trial you've faced before. Assume your stance, meter your breathing. It's time.
I come from Eudora, where everything is perfect, and no desire goes unmet. But, as the Teachings say, perfect is not the same as flawless. For there is a man, and his desires are dark indeed. When he visits a nearby cavern, he emerges taller than before, and the weak-willed now follow the stooping giant. Please, decide if Imbalance lies in the granting of wishes – if happiness needs a cure? Assume your stance, meter your breathing. It's time.