Having tired of hearing the endless hum of the intergalactic soprano section, you're so grateful when you finally see a star in the distance, silently glowing like a beacon of welcome. It's many light years away, but since you clearly have nothing to do with yourself anymore, you simply wait, traveling close to the speed of light, for when you finally enter the gravitational pull of this particular shimmering destination.
You can feel your trajectory being influenced by invisible forces through your visual limits and boundaries. Every now and then, the star you're heading toward is temporarily blocked by some unknown object, but you can't tell exactly what it is. It's not your business for now, but you don't know what the future holds for you.
However, despite the tug of many neighboring objects during his travels, his search for the star remained resolute. The temperature of the space around you has increased dramatically, and the once tiny flickering light that was the star many light years away is now a gigantic storm of blue and white flame.