as  we  cross the  mountain, we can walk 
 only  at night. long  ago,  someone here 
 must've  angered  the sun, and  today it 
 still burns us strangely.  but  with the 
 sunset the air  comes raining back  down 
 and  gets  thick enough  to  breathe. it 
 carries  with  it smells from far  away, 
 colourful  sparks for the imagination, a 
 sharp  contrast  for  the stale black of 
 the night.                               
                                          
 the others think  i'm young, they  don't 
 take  me  seriously   and  i  fear  they 
 snicker  a  bit.  you  usually  get  old 
 before  you learn  the  trade enough  to 
 take  other  people. but i  do lead them 
 safely     forward,     every     night. 
                                          
 however,  currently  there  seems to  be 
 something going  on  ahead. those around 
 the  corner   have  stopped,   shouting, 
 pointing.                                
                                          
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                                          
 my greatest treasure, the                
 book of stars,  is   a   combined   map, 
 calendar  and timepiece  as  long as you 
 know what year  it is.  every page  is a 
 grid  of nine  starfields,  hand  drawn, 
 below which are  written coordinates  in 
 both  space  and time. a  lot  of  it is 
 applicable  on  earth,  but  not all. it 
 hints  of  other  places  -  some  stars 
 reordered,  some  names  i  have   never 
 heard.   sometimes    the    dates   are 
 impossible.                              
                                          
 those  pages are exactly what i scramble 
 for  right now. i've stopped  breathing. 
 i  sling open the book of  stars  a  bit 
 too quick, spilling  all my notes on the 
 ground. one  lands on my foot,  it  is a 
 drawing of a  muscle cow,  but  i  could 
 care less right now.                     
                                          
 for  it seems like there's a new moon in 
 the sky.