The Glass Orange Ritual

Glass oranges exist, and cutting one sounds like breaking into a crystal vault.

This one glows like molten amber. I'm slicing it on white jade. The knife rings

out like a wine glass. Shards scatter across the board. A cloud of

white vapor pours out, like it's been holding its breath. The interior looks

exactly like stained glass windows in a cathedral. Every slice makes a crisp shattering

sound. It's frozen sunlight turned to citrus.