Your fingers brushed against the Voidwalker's shifting form, and the world dissolved into stardust. A thousand voices whispered through your bones as your body unraveled like smoke in the wind. The cliff, the crowd, even the crown - all became indistinct shapes swimming in a sea of endless night. You felt neither fear nor pain, only the electric thrill of becoming something Other.

The Voidwalker's voice echoed from all directions at once, 'To change is to live. To remain is to die.' Their words vibrated through your very atoms. Suddenly you were falling upward through a tunnel of swirling galaxies, your consciousness stretching across lightyears. Memories flickered at the edges of your mind - childhood laughter, your first taste of saltwater, the weight of the ceremonial robes - all threatening to dissolve into the void.

A sharp pain brought you back to the cliffs. You gasped as your body reformed, but something was different. Looking down, you saw your hands shimmering with constellations, your skin holding entire nebulas beneath its surface. The Voidwalker stepped back, their form now slightly more defined, as if some of their essence had transferred to you. The High Priestess's eyes widened. 'The transformation has begun,' she breathed. 'But the true test comes at midnight when the Veil thins.'

The Moonweaver and Sunforged Knight exchanged uneasy glances as the crown's gems pulsed erratically. Your new star-flecked skin reacted to their light, glowing brighter with each pulse. The gathered crowd fell to their knees, some in reverence, others in terror. You could feel their emotions like physical things - the priestess's cautious hope, the knight's simmering distrust, the weaver's calculating curiosity. The Voidwalker alone remained unreadable, their faint smile revealing nothing.