You close your eyes and reach deep within yourself, summoning every ounce of your celestial connection. The Starlight Crown's distant song grows louder in your mind, its melody weaving through your thoughts. Your ceremonial robes begin to float around you as cosmic energy crackles at your fingertips. The Voidwalker takes a step back, their shadowy form flickering with interest.

The platform trembles violently as you pour your will into the summoning. The three doorways shimmer and distort, their boundaries melting like wax. Suddenly, a searing pain lances through your temples - the crown resists being called so directly. Blood trickles from your nose as the void itself pushes back against your attempt, the cosmic winds howling in protest.

Just as your strength begins to fail, a single point of silver light pierces the darkness. The Starlight Crown manifests in fractured pieces above your head, its form unstable and flickering. The Voidwalker reaches out with their galaxy-filled hands, steadying the fractured artifact. 'Impressive,' they murmur. 'But raw power alone cannot bind the stars.'

The crown's light pulses erratically, casting jagged shadows across the platform. Strange whispers emanate from its unstable form - voices of past queens who failed their trials. Your legs tremble from the exertion, but you maintain your focus, determined to prove your worthiness through strength of will alone.