So it is that, while you are not burned instantly to a crisp by the Sun's harsh light, unfiltered by any atmosphere, the thin corona around the Earth made you think it was at first larger than it is, or perhaps you thought it smaller.

Though you can see enough to clearly identify the visible area as your home planet, it is only luck (or providence of divine or infernal source) that has placed you where you are- in a near exact line with the Earth and the Sun. Your earlier estimation of the Earth as marble-sized was inaccurate, though that was hardly your fault. The area beyond the reach of Earth's gravity, you decide as you carefully change your course with a jet of tendril-fired blood, should have the decency to hold to your expectations. You received education on elementary physics, but the few equations you'd drawn on the subject of movement through the aether depended primarily on there being an aether to move through. From the way they react, you draw a conclusion about the nature of movement in this airless place. On further inspection, you see a shimmer of energy projecting from first one, then the other. By some fortune they are also headed towards Earth, towards you, and you are almost in direct line with where it's headed. Instead you decide to target the smaller of the two. What could be the harm? You decide to investigate on a whim, though you also decide not to risk the attention of the greater one, the one that reminds you of your own body's monumental power.

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