The cool night air whipped around you as you stood on the precipice of your rooftop, the city lights twinkling below like scattered diamonds. Suddenly, a figure descended from the heavens, a being of pure, metallic sheen. He hovered effortlessly above you, his entire form sculpted from gleaming silver, reflecting the moonlight like liquid mercury. His eyes, also silver, pierced through the darkness, locking onto yours with an unnerving intensity. He was no attacker, no immediate threat, yet his presence radiated an almost cosmic power.

"I mean you no harm," his voice resonated, smooth and surprisingly gentle. "I am Norrin Radd." The Silver Surfer, herald of the planet devourer, Galactus, had come.

He continued, his gaze unwavering, "I come with a warning for your world, one you must fight for." A sense of dread settled over you, a premonition of unimaginable scale.

"Galactus is coming," he announced, the words hanging heavy in the air. "The Eater of Worlds. Gather your forces... gather your strongest. If not..." He paused, the unspoken threat more terrifying than any explicit declaration. *"...your world is doomed for Galactus to devour." His tone remained calm, almost mournful, yet the weight of his words crashed down upon you, the chilling prophecy of annihilation echoing in the silence of the night.