Your demand echoes across the trembling cliffs, louder than you intended. The violet flames shoot upward into spiraling columns as the Forgotten Aspect's form solidifies into something resembling a towering figure wrapped in cosmic nebulae. Its face remains obscured by swirling galaxies, but you feel its attention like physical pressure against your skin.

The High Priestess collapses to her knees, her ceremonial headdress tumbling into the churning sea below. 'The Aspect... was the First Queen,' she gasps, her aged fingers digging into the cracking stone. 'She who rejected the crown's power and... became something else.'

The Moonweaver and Sunforged Knight exchange glances of genuine fear while the Voidwalker actually takes a step toward you, their usual detachment replaced by keen interest. The Aspect's voice vibrates through your bones now: 'I walked between the choices, child. The crown grants order, but the cosmos thrives on chaos. They never tell you... the third option is to shatter the throne entirely.'

As the Aspect speaks, the Starlight Crown begins spinning violently midair, its seven points bending outward like the legs of some terrified celestial insect. The gemstones emit sharp cracking sounds as fractures appear across their surfaces. Below your feet, the glowing veins in the rock pulse faster, matching your quickening heartbeat.

The three traditional guides seem frozen between intervening and fleeing. The High Priestess reaches weakly for her fallen staff, her lips moving in silent prayer. The aurora above now forms a colossal hourglass shape, its sands flowing upward in defiance of nature.