The Moonweaver's silvered eyes shimmered with amusement as you voiced your request. 'Truth is but one reflection among many,' she said, tracing a crescent shape across your palm. The lake's surface rippled, sending stars dancing across your vision. Suddenly all other reflections vanished except for one - your own, now clad in armor woven from comet tails.

The reflection reached up through the water's surface, its cool fingers brushing your cheek. 'Follow the falling star,' it whispered with your voice. As it spoke, the lake shattered into countless fragments, each showing a different moment: a dying star cradled in your hands, a throne carved from meteorites, a coronation where constellations bowed before you.

The Moonweaver gripped your shoulders as the visions overwhelmed you. 'This path will demand everything,' she warned. 'To hold a star's truth is to burn with its light.' Behind her, the Sunforged Knight's armor flared brighter in clear challenge, while the Voidwalker's form darkened like an eclipse. The Starlight Crown now floated above your head, its moonlight gems pulsing in time with your heartbeat.

The High Priestess stepped forward, her staff trembling. 'The moon has shown you the queen's burden,' she said gravely. 'No ruler has ever walked this path unchanged.' Around you, the cliffside flowers bloomed silver in response to the crown's energy, their petals scattering like fallen stars across the sacred ground.