Losing track of days...

The endless void of space stretched out before him. Millennia had passed as he roared through the planes of the galaxy. The awesome ellipse of his original path was continually altered by intermittent proximity to myriad stars. He gave off minute bits of himself as he rocketed silently through the vacuum of space, but still, after all these millennia, he was counted large as such things were measured, and the fact that he had never collided with anything else after such a tremendous interval of travel was a mute testimony to the vastness and comparative emptiness of the universe.

Much as the people around him, he is comprised mainly of space, not of matter, so the universe, for all its galaxies and solar systems, is comprised primarily of interconnecting emptiness. Dark, colossal, mindless, and mighty, he came on and on through space. The great alignment had set him on his path. Now, one last nudge had fixed the remainder of his course on a fateful rendezvous. Though he was oblivious to his own destination and nothing in the universe with awareness had yet detected him. His path was set.