Captain Voldenmar, now a voyager on the comet's fiery tail, beheld a vision of temporal infinity. The cosmos revealed itself as a grand clockwork, each celestial body a gear in the intricate mechanism of time. As he rode the comet’s blaze, the flow of time seemed to unravel before him. Stars and planets danced to the timeless tune of existence, spiraling around the radiance of a distant sun, their paths etched in the fabric of the universe. The light of creation, bursting from the core of the galaxy, painted the void with strokes of gold and crimson, illuminating the grand tapestry of space-time. It was as if he glimpsed the face of the clock that measured the eons, its hands sweeping across the epochal dial, marking the birth and demise of worlds. Voldenmar, clad in the armor of humanity's ingenuity, reached out to the stars that bore witness to his journey. The comet, his celestial steed, carried him across the threshold of realms untold, through the spirals and eddies that compose the cosmos' grand design. Here, within the heart of the galaxy's glow, time held no dominion. The past, present, and future converged into a single point of brilliance that beckoned to the very soul of exploration. In this moment, the captain was more than a mere traveler; he was a pilgrim at the altar of the universe, partaking in the sacrament of discovery, his spirit alight with the sacred fire of the stars. And onwards he soared, a single spark within the endless churning of the cosmic sea.