Your fingers close around the Starlight Crown without hesitation, and the world detonates into brilliance. A shockwave of raw cosmic energy hurls the three offering figures backward - the Moonweaver's shawl catching fire with silver flames, the Sunforged Knight's armor ringing like a gong, the Voidwalker dissolving entirely into screaming shadows. The High Priestess collapses to her knees as the crown's seven points erupt with beams of light that pierce the heavens.

Agony and ecstasy war in your veins as the crown settles upon your brow, its weight both physical and metaphysical. Your vision fractures into infinite perspectives - seeing yourself from above as a glowing figure, from below as a crashing wave, from within as a collapsing star. The forgotten standing stones complete their rotation, revealing an eighth point previously hidden beneath moss and time.

From this newly revealed stone pours liquid midnight that solidifies into a greatsword at your feet, its blade containing swirling galaxies. The fourth figure - the Aspect of Chaos - roars with laughter that shakes loose stars from the sky. 'So the crown chooses its queen after all!' it booms as the fallen constellations begin rearranging themselves into unfamiliar patterns above you.

The gathered crowd scatters like leaves as reality itself seems to ripple around your coronation. Your ceremonial robes burn away to reveal a living constellation mapping across your skin, your hair becoming strands of captured nebula. The cliff beneath you groans as new pathways of floating stardust form a bridge across the roaring sea below - leading toward the now-cracked moon.