A gust of wind swept across the ground, carrying dust and withered leaves into their faces and making their eyes itch.
The World's Strongest Supermodel hurriedly averted his gaze, pretending he hadn't seen anything. He awkwardly raised a hand to rub his eyes. His voice, raspy from his wind-dried throat, sounded somewhat grating, "Little Green Hat's home is on the other side of the forest. Let's hurry over there..."
Fatty stiffly turned his neck back and nodded in agreement.
The two of them raised their feet in unison and continued forward.
The crescent moon hung high overhead, seemingly motionless for a long time. Its curved arc resembled a gaping mouth, mockingly laughing at the people below.
The wind whistled through the forest, and the rustling leaves overhead in the darkness sounded like applause, as if cheering for someone.
It was as if a farcical stage play was being performed here.
Someone was laughing broadly, someone was applauding.
