Okay so Gyre doesn't know anything about space. Honestly, space is not a concept that he has ever thought about. The sky has always been the sky, and the idea that he could ever be amongst the stars was an idea for birds up until this precise second.

This is to say, his mind goes completely blank. He fails his existential horror check, and he exhales a single, long whining note as he stares down at the world below him. He does not understand what he's seeing. He can't feel the ground below him, or the air on his skin, and his entire being reels away from the empty black around them.

He's a thing of the world, Sxicq, get your weird cosmic stage out of his eyeballs. He's having a panic attack now.