The High Priestess nodded solemnly, her silver hair catching the starlight like spiderwebs of moonlight. 'The first path is that of the Moonweaver,' she began, gesturing to the pale-eyed woman whose fingers seemed to pluck at invisible threads. 'She who dances between phases and tides. Her gift is intuition - to see the hidden patterns in all things, to know when to wax and wane with circumstance. But beware - her path demands surrender to forces beyond your control.'

The Sunforged Knight stepped forward, his golden armor still radiating warmth like embers. 'The second path burns bright with conviction,' the Priestess continued. 'His is the gift of unshakable will, to stand when all others would fall. Yet too much sun scorches the earth - absolute certainty may blind you to subtle truths.'

Finally, the Voidwalker drifted closer, their form flickering at the edges of perception. 'The third path...' the Priestess hesitated, 'is that of the spaces between stars. The Voidwalker offers the gift of transformation - to become what each moment requires. But their path is treacherous, for one may forget what they truly are amidst so many shapes.'

The crown pulsed brighter, its seven-pointed shadow stretching toward each figure in turn. The Priestess's hands trembled slightly as she added, 'None walk these paths unchanged. The stars do not give without taking something in return.'

Behind you, the gathered crowd murmured prayers to constellations long forgotten by most of the world. The sea wind carried salt and something else - the metallic tang of potential, of destiny waiting to be claimed. The three figures stood perfectly still, their outstretched hands illuminated by the crown's otherworldly glow.