Your fingers brushed against the Starlight Crown before the High Priestess could react. A shockwave of cosmic energy erupted from the contact, sending the three figures stumbling backward. The gems in the crown's points flared violently, their colored beams lancing upward to pierce the night sky.

The world dissolved into starlight. You felt your body unraveling at the edges, your consciousness expanding outward in dizzying spirals. Distantly, you heard the High Priestess cry out in a language older than time itself. The cliffside, the ocean, the gathered witnesses - all faded into streaks of light as you ascended.

You found yourself standing on a platform of solidified moonlight, floating in the void between worlds. Before you stretched an endless bridge made from the frozen light of dead stars, leading to a throne carved from a single massive nebula. The air hummed with a chorus of celestial voices whispering in unison: 'The crown tests before it accepts.'

Looking down, you saw that your hands had become translucent, filled with swirling galaxies. The Starlight Crown floated above your head, casting prismatic shadows that moved independently of any light source. Each shadow showed a different version of yourself - one weeping black holes for tears, another burning with blue fire, a third dissolving into stardust.

The throne at the bridge's end pulsed with invitation, but the whispering voices grew louder: 'To sit is to become. To become is to forget.' The crown's gems dimmed one by one, plunging sections of the star-bridge into darkness. Somewhere in the void behind you, you sensed rather than heard the three figures from the cliffside calling your name, their voices stretched thin across dimensions.