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.