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.