The High Priestess's eyes widened as you took three deliberate steps backward, your ceremonial robes swirling around you like captured starlight. A shocked murmur rippled through the gathered crowd, and for the first time, you saw uncertainty flicker across the faces of the three path-bearers.

'There must be another way,' you declared, your voice carrying across the cliffs with unexpected strength. The Starlight Crown trembled in the Priestess's hands, its gems flashing erratically. The sea wind suddenly stilled, as if the world itself held its breath.

Then came the laughter - deep, ancient, and tinged with something like approval. It seemed to come from all directions at once, vibrating through the stone beneath your feet. From the crown's pulsing light emerged a fourth figure, their form shifting between solid and smoke. Where the others had stood proudly, this being seemed to fold in upon itself like a collapsing star.

'So,' the figure rasped, their voice like comet tails scraping across the sky, 'the stars' chosen has chosen herself.' The High Priestess dropped to her knees, her lips moving in silent prayer. 'I am the Nameless,' the figure continued, 'keeper of the path unwalked, guardian of choices unmade.' Their shadow stretched unnaturally long across the cliff face, swallowing the light of the other three paths completely.

The Nameless extended a hand that seemed to contain entire galaxies within its palm. 'My gift is the hardest of all - the burden of forging your own way when all roads seem laid before you. Take it, and the stars themselves will follow in your wake.' As they spoke, the constellations overhead began rearranging themselves, forming patterns never before seen in the night sky.