Myth, the Universe, and Everything

This was a little under two years ago. We'd gotten lost on horseback on the steppe, our water was low, and we didn't have a flare gun, so we were pretty rightly boned. Finally, we started making our way back to the last ger camp we'd stayed in; just as night fell like an anvil, we saw the campfires over the ridge of a small hill.

We were exhausted, but man the stars were pretty that night.