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.