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.