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.