The abyss gazes also into you

The skies hold not their secrets back from you. Forgo a night's sleep and learn...

Secrets of the Heavens

The vault of heaven becomes your eye. Until you take [DICE] breaths, you see as if looking down form above, from horizon to horizon. At such scale it takes time to pick out anything specific.
Your voice booms like thunder for the next [SUM] words you say. Eardrums burst and noses bleed. You cannot speak until [DICE] sunrises have passed.
Whisper in someone's ear. They have a [HIGHEST]-in-6 chance of being afflicted with lunacy. Each dawn, you must roll again, subtracting 1 or every dawn that has elapsed.
Strange things (frogs, worms, snails) rain from the sky for [SUM] minutes in a radius of [DICE] miles.
For as long as you hold your breath, your weight is reduced [SUM]-fold.
You bring the spheres where'er you walk. Any surface above you (ceiling, tree canopy, etc.) becomes as the sky for [SUM] paces around. The effect moves with you, and lasts...

As long as you stand still and chant, a being you indicate is favored or disfavored by the Stars. Any time they fail (succeed) at an action that they might reasonably have succeeded (failed) at, they have a ([HIGHEST-minus-1])-in-6 chance of succeeding (failing) instead.
Peer through a ring of meteoric iron. Sunlight hitting what you see is magnified [SUM]-fold. If you so much as blink, the effect ends.
Speak a message of up to [SUM] words to the Moon, visualizing a single recipient. If they are also looking at the Moon, they hear your message spoken from above.
Until you take a breath, your vision has...

(1 die) ...the clarity of the Stars. Darkness is to you as a bright cloudless night.
(2 dice) ...the radiance of the Moon. You see the unseen.
(3 dice) ...the fury of the Sun. Your gaze scorches like midsummer noon.

During a storm, roll [SUM] dice. Otherwise, roll [DICE] dice. For every result of 6, lightning strikes a point of your indication that you can see.
Advance or reverse the course of the spheres by [SUM] hours. This is not time travel; you are "merely" moving the Sun, Moon, and Stars.

Your eyes are orbs of starry night.
The weather within a few paces changes to match your mood.
You glow faintly in darkness, and shadows pool around you in the light.
Your shadow points in the wrong direction.
Within a few paces, all sounds not made by you are muffled.
Your hair follows the lunar cycle: thick and luscious at the full Moon, bald as an egg at the new.

You are weightless while you sleep. If not held down, you will float away.
A baleful star appears above. Those who gaze too long upon it are haunted by twisted visions of your face. Some will hunt you.
A meteor holds your death. The next time you show your face to the open sky, it strikes you with unerring accuracy. This doom can be averted through a favor from a ruler of the upper air. Afterwards, you can fly.