THE ENTITY WAS PLEASED WITH ITSELF. AFTER SO LONG drifting aimlessly throughout space and time, it had a purpose. A good purpose, a healing one, one that made it feel satisfied and content. It had not known it lacked, or perhaps had forgotten, these feelings until the Presence had contacted it, explained what was at stake, and begged for its assistance.
Dark matter, something simple and innocent of wrongdoing in its natural state, had been twisted. Mutated. Turned to aid evil. Both the Presence and the Entity were searching for it now, gathering it up, rendering it harmless, and helping restore the things it had damaged, sentient or no, to their true and rightful state.
The Entity had helped the Sikarians, the Beneans, the Kazon, and others. It had known these names, these people, these planets, but how? How had it known such things? It tasted curiosity. Another new sensation for something as powerful and yet as formless as the Entity.
On and on it floated, finding pockets of dark matter hidden in a nebula, gently plucking it from a wayward asteroid.