Kuiper raised his freshly carved lantern fruit proudly, as if showing it off to the world. He gazed at it fondly, admiring his handiwork; he’d created a night sky, decorated with tiny, meticulously sculpted stars. Its luciferase-laden flesh was illuminated with a yellowish glow where he’d chiseled away the outer rind. It reminded Kuiper of himself, constellations across its surface, similar to his pelt.
Blight peered over ...
