"Big brother, wait here a moment. I'll go look for it."
Moon Dew turned and ran toward the wooden stairs.
From Angel's perspective, the moment Moon Dew stepped onto the stairs, she appeared before the third-floor attic. Then, with another step, she appeared at the doorway of a room on the second floor. Her figure flickered in and out, sometimes flashing, sometimes teleporting.
Who knew how many times her figure flickered? With every teleportation, Moon Dew's body became more and more miniature, until she was no bigger than a palm.
Then she flickered over to a floating shrine toy near the ceiling.
She pushed open the shrine toy's tiny door, walked inside, and vanished.
Only a few seconds had passed from the moment Moon Dew climbed the stairs to the moment she entered the tiny door.
Yet Angel felt as though he had watched some bizarre miniature play...
But that bizarre quality, barring surprises, was merely one of the dream's characteristics. Moreover, Angel had just taken a careful look with his incomplete God's-eye view... Moon Dew had not truly shrunk. Rather, the space inside the Witch's Cottage was misaligned, like an air maze that was sometimes distant and sometimes near.
In essence, Moon Dew had merely traveled farther into the air maze. The space had stretched the view away from her, making her look smaller as well.
Though the God's-eye view had given him the answer, Angel still had to admit that even knowing it, he was stunned by the Witch's Cottage in this fairy-tale dream.
Before Moon Dew stepped onto the wooden stairs—before she entered the air maze—Angel had not noticed any of this at all.
He had even thought, for a time, that the shrine toy floating near the ceiling was really only as large as a thick