Galactus Lives Once More. On the Edge Of Space...At The Very Borders Of Time And Existence...Through A Sea Of Cosmic Energy, a Vortex Of Primal Force...Strides The Destroyer. The Consumer Of Worlds. He Has No True Form, This Unfathomable Creature - Yet Men Continue To Project Form Upon Him. And Yet We Do. We Must. For Our Very Survival Depends Upon It. We Gaze In Awe And Terror, Upon Him and Give The Beast A Name; GALACTUS. The Name Itself Is Meaningless. As Are The Ten Million Others He Is Known By. Even To Call Him A Beast Is Absurd-- For Galactus Is Beyond All Labels, Good Or Evil. Once-- The Legends Whisper-- In Another Time, Another Universe, He Was A Man like Any Other. But Some Contend that the Myths Of The Destroyer's Birth Were Created By Frightened Creatures Desperate To Put A Human Face On The Inconceivable. But If The Legends Are True, Then Perhaps That Would Explain the Hint Of All Too Human Fear That, However Briefly..Lights Galactus's Eyes. How Quickly He Sustains.
Galactus Lives Once More. On the Edge Of Space...At The Very Borders Of Time And Existence...Through A Sea Of Cosmic Energy, a Vortex Of Primal Force...Strides The Destroyer. The Consumer Of Worlds. He Has No True Form, This Unfathomable Creature ...