He could only be a God.

Danny stared at the apparition. The Being's white hair swirled with the stream of the cosmos. His eyes burned with the knowledge of life and death. His hands were a blur of motion on the ends of muscular arms, unbearable to behold in their creating. And horns! Horns curled up from above his ears, much like the majestic ram of the mountains of Earth, only so much more regal like nothing else could measure up to. Broad shoulders and solid chest clothed in hydrogen clouds. But that was where the view ended. The torso dissolved into the mists of time and became the nebula. Or grew out of the nebula — it was hard to tell. 

Despite the knowledge that he hurled through space and time, everything seemed immensely still as Danny stared into the endless depths of the God's eyes. His heart thumped once, then, after some time, again. He understood now the tales he'd heard, the sense of suspension they described. And he wondered just as he had then:  Were these beings in the clouds of space really gods, or some life form they just hadn't any knowledge of?

The fact that this being disappeared at the torso, becoming one with hydrogen gases, maybe there was something to that theory. It wasn't that he was the only one to speculate in such a manner. He just seemed to be the only one who considered that defining God, or meeting Him for that matter, might not be a good idea.

Yet Danny now understood how the word 'god' ended up being the only description previous viewers could come up with. It wasn't just the Greek-god look to the guy, or the fact he was ... well, huge, if you began to let your mind consider the sheer size of the backdrop of nebulous space. Nor was it the sense of time slowing. In fact, Danny felt it might have stopped in between heartbeats. No, it was the sheer sense of overwhelming awe that engulfed him as he met the gaze regarding him from the gas clouds. Danny knew, in some deep part of himself that could never lie, that this was no dream or delusion or hallucination.

He just knew.

This being was real, this moment was real, and Danny didn't want it to end, didn't want to have his heart return to its normal, steady beat. Didn't want to be one of those starry-eyed converts that were never good for anything again because all they cared about was the god they'd seen. Danny knew it, now. Felt it just as they did that their little lives were but the scattering of ants at a picnic, inconsequential to the life of the universe, tiny and without impact.