With a primal scream, you hurl the Starlight Crown toward the frothing sea. The moment it leaves your fingers, time seems to fracture - the crown tumbles through the air in impossible slow motion, trailing strands of broken starlight like a comet's tail. The guardians lurch forward as one, their celestial forms blurring with sudden motion, but they're too late.

The crown strikes the waves with a sound like shattering glass. The ocean inhales sharply before erupting in a column of liquid silver that reaches higher than the cliffs themselves. The gathered crowd scatters as the water takes solid form - a towering woman woven from moonbeams and seawater, her liquid hands cradling the damaged crown.

'Foolish child,' the ocean spirit booms, her voice the roar of tidal forces. 'You would discard what entire civilizations have wept to touch?' Her watery fingers close around the crown, mending its fractured gems with threads of kelp and pearl. The three celestial guardians kneel before this new entity, their foreheads pressed to the trembling earth.

The priestess claws at your robes, her aged face alight with terrified awe. 'The First Queen,' she whispers. 'You've awakened the First Queen of Stars.' The oceanic being's gaze falls upon you, her eyes twin whirlpools drawing you toward some unimaginable depth. Around you, the very air crystallizes into frozen starlight, trapping the cliffside in a perfect moment of cosmic reckoning.