"Hmm?"
Staring at the crack that separates the real and alternate dimensions, Grimm was confused by what he saw. Was accessing the Dimensional Gap his gift?
Time began to crawl at a slower pace, freezing Grimm's mind bit by bit.
The parrot that gasped for help from that dimension looked like a distorted sketch drawn by a child. It seemed familiar, yet Grimm ignored it. After all, it was just a scrappy delusion, a side-effect of his first attempt at testing his mental power.
Grimm glanced at the cottage and saw that it had almost completely melted. Droplets of the furniture were now floating in the air as the surrounding walls stopped twisting.