The Voidwalker tilts their hooded head, galaxies swirling within their shadowy form. 'My choice is irrelevant,' they respond, their voice carrying the weight of collapsed stars. 'I am the space between choices, the silence between notes. What matters is the question that burns in your own celestial heart.'

They float closer, their robe's edges dissolving into cosmic dust. 'The silver door shows what was. The blue door shows what may be. The dark door...' They pause, and for the first time you detect something like emotion in their voice. 'The dark door shows what simply is.'

As they speak, the platform beneath you trembles violently. Fractures of light crack across its surface, revealing glimpses of impossible depths below. The three doorways begin drifting apart, each pulsing with increasing intensity. The silver one now reflects your own face at different ages, while the blue one flickers through scenes of potential coronations and catastrophes.

The Voidwalker extends a hand made of starstuff toward the dark doorway. 'This test changes for each who enters. It shows neither past nor future, but the eternal present. Few choose it, for it demands the hardest truth of all - to see yourself as you truly are beneath the crown's promised glory.'

Above you, the unfamiliar constellations suddenly align, forming the same seven-pointed pattern as the Starlight Crown. Their combined light casts eerie shadows across the Voidwalker's form, illuminating brief flashes of what might be a face beneath the hood - or perhaps just another swirling galaxy.