Opening her eyes, Maya looked at the old ceiling. This was 418 Kaffar Avenue, the first home.
Carterburg in early summer still carried a hint of chill at dawn. Maya, dressed in her robe, walked to the window. Looking out, she saw the skyscrapers in the new district far away. What used to be five- or six-story buildings were considered tall, but now in the new district, they seemed rather small.
As her brother said, human civilization should always strive to develop for the better, no matter the setbacks it faces.
Changing into her outdoor clothes and picking up her handbag, Maya left her room. In the living room, an old falcon stood on a perch.
"Salis, take care of the house today too," she bid farewell to her old falcon as she approached the cabinet near the door, looking at the elder in the photo frame: "Goodbye, Dad."
Pushing open the door, locking it behind her, Maya walked on the creaky wooden corridor. When she reached the stairs, she saw a young man.
