A sweeping cosmic expanse stretches across the backdrop — deep, inky space rippling with streaks of violet, silver, and indigo. Stars cluster in dense patches, glowing faintly, as if distant galaxies are watching. In the upper third, a massive looming silhouette of Galactus’s helmet fades into the nebula, barely visible but undeniably ominous — like a storm god on the edge of perception. In the center foreground, a shattered planet floats, its crust fractured, glowing magma seeping from deep cracks — hinting at Galactus’s destructive wake. Bits of debris hover in zero gravity. A metallic, surfboard-shaped streak of energy arcs from the lower left to the upper right, creating a diagonal sense of motion and slicing through the space dust — this is the Surfer’s path, a blur of silver light trailing behind him. Everything feels cold, ancient, and awe-inspiring — a quiet before the cosmic storm. See more