“Ah man. Ah geez.” The tiny god filled fruit leaped from one furry rock to the next, slowly accumulating fur to his rind. Strangely, he never thought of making a furry lemon body.
“Definitely a keeper.” Swiff-swish. Breezy.
Besides his new fuzzy look, Lemon hated this world. He hated the one before it, and the one before that, and the one before that, but not the one before that one. He destroyed that one. It has a fantastic view now.
Remodeling aside, Lemon was getting tired. All these empty, lifeless worlds were the opposite of what he needed. With no nearby life he grew weaker. If he never made it home, he’d eventually vanish.
Thankfully Lemon is old as hell and has plenty of strength to keep going.












