I am still me. I don't know where I went, but it wasn't home, Proginoskes thought at him, surprised owl eyes blinking shut and calmer, more Earth-toned ones opening instead. Even for a mostly-solitary creature like he was, a familiar face was a welcome sight. It was just darkness, emptier than space.
A few wings flung themselves outwards in his version of a shrug. I flew for a long time and ended up here again. I don't think I can He spun gently, scanning their surroundings. Everything looks almost the same. How long has it been since I left?