In the beginning, there was time.

Every moment passed at once, every second melting into every hour. Time passed with nothing to mark it, nothing to affect, nothing to change with its passing. Next came the stars. The light was vast and endless, and suddenly time had its first subjects. The stars grew. They began to die, and eventually formed something new. At first they just formed rocks. Boring, regular, uninteresting rocks. Not planets. Not even asteroids. Just rocks. However, as more stars died and more rocks formed, those rocks began to grow and die too. This was what finally lead to the formation of the Titans.

Fantastic beings of living space dust, some humanoid, some not. Some were big enough that they became galaxies of their own. Some were so small that even a fruit fly would have to use a microscope in order to see them. Some were fast enough to beat light in a foot race, others would've lost to molasses. Despite that, no matter what, they all shared two things in common. One: All of the titans were immortal. They did not age past a point, nor did they die as the rocks and stars that were parents to their celestial beings had. The lived eternally, experiencing the universe no matter what happened to it. Two: They never stopped moving. The titans were in a constant state of perpetual motion. As our own Earth orbits the sun whilst rotating along its axis, the titans pulled themselves through the cosmos. They propelled themselves through the emptiness around them; moving for the sake of motion. Some began to draw in some of the stars and rocks around them, forming their own suns and moons. Some began to pull in other titans, who began to orbit around them. Some formed entire star systems around them. Some even began to evolve life. It is one of these where we find our story.

It was arguably the most humanoid of the titans, despite its lack of any facial features or defining physical characteristics. It wasn't too large, but was large enough to sustain the life forms that began to evolve themselves into existence. There were the usual suspects; bacteria, monkeys, eventually even humans. However, it also had many life forms unique to itself. For a long time it flew three space. It became known largely as Vicosma (Cosmic Life in the Vicosman equivalent of Latin) among its life forms.

One day, as if to spite it's millions of years of continuing voyage across the universe, Vicosma stopped. It's residents soon began to notice, as the stars in the night no longer changed on a regular basis and the other Titans began to pass them by much more frequently than they had before. Was Vicosma dead? They weren't sure, no Titan had ever died before. Wars broke out, chaos reigned as the panicked peoples tried to restart their Titan's movement, but to no avail. Eventually, they gave up. Millennia passed, other titans came and went all the while Vicosma remained frozen in its place, unmoving and unaware. In the meantime, time passed as always.