Ephrim breathes in, breathes out. "And this... 'planet' we are on, you and I, revolved around the sun when it was here."

He's had about two weeks to absorb that he was on some equivalent of a ball, with a mysterious force called "gravity" that sticks him to its surface, without getting revolutions and day cycles mixed up in it all, but he's... managing. The very rules of the universe differ so much from his own, but the fundamentals of how the stars, the sun, and the moon work here is necessary, he thinks. At least for the purposes of how "normal" works here, and what signs one might look for when returning to the quo.

"The suns were not stars, where I come from. When we had a sun, or a few suns, they traveled around us. Lanterns guided by the will of their creator." He closes his eyes, begins to recite. "'We float on nothing. There is no foundation, there is no fundament, there is only us.'" He opens his eyes again. "There was no roundness to Hieron. The concept is... difficult to grasp. Forgive me if I ask the obvious of you."