Raymond did not disturb Ralph as he enjoyed his family bliss; instead, Lyle ventured alone onto the main street, seeking some quiet contemplation. Passersby glanced at this idle figure of affluence, and even those arguing loudly at the front seemed to lower their voices unconsciously.
Looking at the dark clouds behind the distant tower, just beyond the broken weathervane. Despite having seen the sight for twenty years, a strange new feeling arose within him; it seemed as though he no longer belonged to Cassandra. His innate human adaptability had been exhausted by accepting the influx of new knowledge from Andrey.
