The night sky shimmered with an otherworldly glow as the celestial bodies aligned in perfect harmony. You stood at the edge of the sacred Starfall Cliffs, the salty wind tugging at your ceremonial robes. The silver threads woven into the fabric caught the moonlight, making you appear as a living constellation. Below, the waves crashed against the jagged rocks, their rhythm matching the pounding of your heart.

A hush fell over the gathered crowd as the High Priestess stepped forward, her ancient hands cradling the Starlight Crown. Its seven points held gems that pulsed with the light of distant suns. 'The stars have chosen you,' she whispered, her voice carrying the weight of millennia. 'But the path to becoming the Queen of Stars is never walked alone.'

From the shadows emerged three figures - the Moonweaver with her pale, ever-changing eyes, the Sunforged Knight whose armor still radiate daytime heat, and the Voidwalker whose form seemed to dissolve at the edges. Each extended a hand toward you, their gifts waiting to be claimed. The crown hovered between you and destiny, its light casting strange patterns across the cliff face.