The High Priestess's eyes darkened like an eclipsed moon as she considered your question. 'For the Moonweaver's path,' she said slowly, 'you would sacrifice certainty. Your memories of solid ground would ebb and flow with the tides, leaving you forever between remembrance and forgetting. The stars take your anchors to the mortal world.'

The Sunforged Knight's armor flared brighter at her words. 'His path demands your doubts,' she continued. 'Every question, every hesitation would fuel your conviction until nothing remains but pure purpose. The stars take your ability to wonder.'

A cold wind rushed through the Voidwalker's flickering form as the Priestess turned to them. 'Their price is the steepest,' she whispered. 'The stars would take your very face - not just your appearance, but the essence of how others know you. You would become everything and no one, always recognized yet never remembered.'

The crown's gems pulsed violently, casting jagged shadows across the cliffside. The Priestess reached out to steady herself against a weathered monolith. 'The stars give power, but always demand sacrifice equal to their gifts. This is the bargain written in celestial fire since time began.'

From the crowd came the sound of a child crying, quickly hushed. The three figures remained motionless, their outstretched hands now seeming less like offers and more like warnings. The sea below had gone strangely still, its surface mirroring the starry sky above - two infinite voids pressing in from either side.