Rubix Cube

The walrus loomed in and out of his view, he followed its fat body flying through the air, Its how funny how they had tusks. He turned away and snapped his fingers simultaneously the sky melted and served for the walkway for his feet. He strolled along happily and watched the scenery as he passed. It was boring, just the usual packs of leather chairs at a watering hole. He pressed on determined and willing in his journey. The mountain seemed large, but he closed his eyes, and the mountain was gone, problem solved. He turned abruptly and saw the most peculiar thing, a tree, a green tree, so unhealty he thought and blinked, and it was gone. He shrugged his shoulders and continued his descent into a cavern made entirely of prime numbers. His voiced echoed in the big cavern and he shook from the heat. A darkness shone in the light and he raced toward it to get out of this hellforsaken place. He wiggled out of the hole and out to the surface. The sun glowing in its heat. Icicles sprouted from the ground and doughnuts fell from the sky, he smiled. He knew what he had to do, he pulled out the gun and put it in his mouth. “Hello” he said and pulled the trigger, colors streamed out, first yellow followed by brown, his mind blew over the landscape painting the brights of Summer. Some say it was the best artwork of the 20th century.