Wei Tianyang put down the thick book in his hand and looked out the window, where it was already afternoon light.
For a moment, he had sensed something unusual, but it had quickly returned to normal.
It seemed like time had slipped away right under his eyes for a brief moment, but the clock told him that there was nothing wrong with time.
Baphomet's faint voice buzzed in his mind, then it extinguished, and he walked to the window, opened it, and peered out to gaze at the street. There was nothing unusual happening on the street; pedestrians and vehicles were orderly. The rising aroma of milky coffee from the café downstairs and the bustling noise and countless thoughts in his mind played like a symphony.
He closed the window, turned around, and walked back to his desk, hearing the clatter of Baphomet's little hooves in the hallway.
Just as before, they had returned, and Wei Tianyang sat back down in his chair and opened his laptop.
