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.