Turning from the Sunforged Knight's radiance, you face the Moonweaver. Her silver robes shift like liquid mercury, reflecting phases of the moon across their surface. Up close, her ever-changing eyes show entire lunar cycles within their depths - waxing, waning, disappearing completely before blossoming anew. A knowing smile plays across her pale lips as she extends a hand that seems made of moonlight itself.

'You still remember the night,' she whispers, her voice carrying the quiet of midnight. 'The sun may warm, but the moon reveals.' Her touch against your cheek is cool as a summer breeze, leaving behind a silvery mark that pulses in time with your heartbeat. The High Priestess gasps as the mark takes shape - a crescent moon cradling a single star.

The Moonweaver produces a slender vial filled with shifting silver liquid. 'Drink, and know the tides within you,' she instructs. As the potion touches your tongue, you feel your consciousness expanding outward - suddenly aware of every wave crashing below the cliffs, every sleeping creature in the nearby woods, even the subtle gravitational pull of distant celestial bodies.

Your new solar armor adapts, silver filigree weaving through the gold like phases of the moon cycling through daylight. Dawnbreaker's glow softens to a pearlescent sheen. The Moonweaver steps back, satisfied, as the Starlight Crown begins rotating slowly above you, two of its seven gems now alight with power.