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Silver Surfer: The Herald of Galactus 

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Galactus. 

The Destroyer of Worlds. 

Driven by an unending hunger only fed by the unbridled energy of life sustaining planets. 

Imagine a hunger that large. Try to imagine the mind that could process that unending, ceaseless need.  Or the conscience that could exist to snuff the spark of all living things. 

I am his herald. 

His seeker. 

I will not allow him to devour cultures… societies…life. 
I find dead worlds upon which my master feasts. 

Worlds like this are ideal: mausoleums to cultures millennia-gone. 

There is infernal algebra at play in my mind always. The price that his hunger demands to be paid is never paid easily. 

I sail the cosmic winds finding these rare gems in his name. 

He is sublime. 

He is awe and terror. 

And I am his ambassador. 

There. 

I sense something…

Somewhere out there…

Powerful and alive…

On the edge of my consciousness I sense a great source of energy that could feed him for ages. 

And I am away. 

For my master must feast…and everything must, someday, surely die. 

I am the Silver Surfer. 

I am the Herald of Galactus. 

I do not wish to be the herald of death. 

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