The Dao, according to the classics, cannot be named.

Apparently, this did not stop someone from trying to give it a menu.

You did not remember falling, dying, or being summoned. One moment there was your life, unfinished and untidy; the next, there was a mountain drenched in mist and a translucent panel hovering patiently in the air.

[WELCOME, USER. THIS WORLD OPERATES ON PRINCIPLES OF BALANCE.]

The panel paused, as if reconsidering its phrasing.

[BALANCE HAS BEEN SIMPLIFIED FOR ACCESSIBILITY.]