I'm riding a camel across the desert at night. The camel sways like the sea but my head is still as I gaze up into the firmament. The Milky Way blazes above me, stretching from horizon to horizon.

Then Sirius, the dog star, rises and travels high to the centre of the sky. The Milky Way seems blotted out. Only eleven other stars remain. They form a circle around Sirius.

A half moon rises, but its light is weak, as though reflected in a bronze mirror. Then a pale, ghostly sun also rises.

The moon and sun float toward the centre of the sky and join the circle of eleven stars.

I float off my camel and fly to the centre of the sky. I am Sirius. I grow brighter and brighter as the eleven stars and the sun and moon glow softly around me.