Behold the universe.

Incredibly complex, it wonderfully simple.

It encompasses all creation while racing towards its ultimate end.

Within this maelstrom of growth and destruction blaze millions of galaxies, billions of stars and planets.

This sector of the universe alone is home to uncountable civilizations.

Sentient life, so buried, that no one race would ever have been able to imagine the others.

Throughout the ages, these civilizations have encountered each other time and time again,

and of meaning their cultures and beliefs.

Two societies, however, the Queen, a race so old

that it is the basic stock from which developed all of us and the sprung.

Avericious upstarts

who live only to serve their hive mother have dedicated themselves to the subjugation

of all of us. For countless the arms they have battled each other for supremacy, but neither

side able to gain a definitive advantage. Now new power has entered this sector.

The power so great that it makes everything else in reverse fail.

The lactose, an immutable force as old as time. Galactus possesses incalculable knowledge and strength.

Like a shark, gliding through an intergalactic sea,

Galactus uses his knowledge for only one thing,

to find planets whose cores contain the nutrients that will enable him to survive.

So great of his own he needs, that he cares not for any consequence, save his own Merrick Schmidt. And after he is fed, he is all Galactus can do is move on.

I am the watcher.

It is my task to note all events of significance in this part of the cosmos.

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