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.