From Babylonia we rode the skeleton of a camel East you wanted to ride shotgun so the cleric drew a basket from snakeskin he found by the light of the new moon if it isn't a new moon you don’t want it, he said and we believed him and opened up the parchment tied with a palm branch taken from the last tree standing on the entire planet it was our map and it told us we would journey until we reached the end and the cleric laughed and said it lies