Fury passed through several galaxies in a row; they appeared and vanished faster than he could blink, and he could blink very fast.
The universe truly began to unveil itself. Other galaxies swam into his view, from a distance; some resembled elliptical clouds, irregular splatters, majestic spirals like our own, each containing hundreds of billions of suns, each with its own trillion potential stories. They formed clusters, gossamer webs of gravity and dark matter, a cosmic architecture of unimaginable scale and grandeur.
He was approaching the limit now, and this limit was not a physical boundary, for the universe, by definition, for lower-dimensional beings, had none. Fury was choosing to travel this way because he wanted to experience the growth of a mortal, but that growth had reached its limit, when the universe kept stretching for an eternity in front of him.
