“This isn’t logical,” he stammered.
Lavagirl stood at the edge of the Crystal Canyons, her hair flickering between a worried orange and a dull red. Beside her, Sharkboy sniffed the air—his gills flaring against the salty, dry wind that didn’t belong here. the adventures sharkboy and lavagirl
The Auditor snapped his fingers. A rain of erasers began to fall—soft, pink, and terrible. Wherever they landed, colors vanished. The Crystal Canyons turned to beige cubicles. The wind stopped dreaming. It just… blew. “This isn’t logical,” he stammered