Your fingers graze the nearest standing stone and the world dissolves into violet fire. The carvings beneath your palm grow searing hot, yet you cannot pull away. The ancient symbols slither up your arm like living tattoos, burning their stories directly into your flesh. Behind you, the High Priestess shrieks as her ceremonial robes burst into constellations that spiral upward.

The three celestial representatives collapse to their knees, their forms blurring at the edges. 'Stop!' cries the Sunforged Knight, his molten armor cracking to reveal dying stars beneath. But the vortex of power already has you, lifting you bodily into the air as the standing stones rearrange themselves into a perfect circle below.

The fourth figure - the Forgotten Aspect - now stands fully formed at the circle's center, its dragon-cloud form resolving into a being of pure nebula-stuff. It extends a hand woven from comet tails. 'The old queens walked the prescribed paths,' it booms, shaking the cliffs. 'But you... you shall remake the heavens themselves.'

Pain and ecstasy war in your veins as the Starlight Crown shatters above you, its seven gems embedding themselves in your brow. The night sky peels back like a scroll, revealing infinite layers of reality beyond. Somewhere in the collapsing ceremony, you hear the Moonweaver whisper, 'What have we done?' as the first waves of the cosmic sea begin crashing through the tear in the firmament.