As the eldritch metamorphosis peaked, tendrils of celestial energy extended from the white mass that was now my form. The once-defined boundaries of my celestial self blurred into an indistinct void, and a hunger, insatiable and primal, surged within. I was no longer the celestial being who danced among the stars; I had become an eldritch force that hungered for the forbidden secrets woven into the fabric of the universe.
Madness seized my mind, driven by whispers of cosmic truths that transcended mortal comprehension. The clarity of my angelic purpose shattered, replaced by an unquenchable thirst for the forbidden knowledge hidden within the cosmic tapestry. I, Aurora, once a beacon of divine radiance, now descended into a maelstrom of insanity, lost within the cosmic abyss that had consumed my celestial essence.
