Your fingers brush against the Starlight Crown's cool metal as you push past the outstretched hands of the celestial guardians. A collective gasp rises from the gathered crowd as the gems flare violently, casting jagged shadows across the cliffside. The Moonweaver's eyes darken to starless voids while the Sunforged Knight's armor dims to dull embers. The Voidwalker simply watches, its form rippling with what might be amusement.

The crown's touch sends electric currents through your bones, your vision filling with swirling galaxies. You see the threads of fate unraveling around you - the priestess's mouth moving in silent warning, the three celestial beings stepping back as though from contagion. The crown's points dig into your palms as you lift it, heavier than any earthly metal, humming with trapped starlight.

As you raise it toward your head, the sea below begins to boil. The waves take on an eerie luminescence, their crests breaking into showers of silver sparks. The priestess falls to her knees, her ceremonial jewelry rattling against the trembling earth. 'The stars do not take kindly to being commanded,' she whispers hoarsely, but her voice is lost in the sudden howl of the cosmic wind.

The crown resists as you try to place it upon your brow, its points bending away from your skin like repelled magnets. The gems crack one by one, each fracture sounding like a dying star. From their broken facets pour streams of liquid light that twist around your arms, binding them in celestial chains. The guardians watch impassively as the crown's power turns against you, their faces illuminated by the growing maelstrom.