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The soft whistle of the wind rustles its way throughout the tall trees of the forest. At the middle of it all lies a lone treehouse as big as a normal modern home and has just enough space to fit a balcony to enjoy the forest view from atop.
As the wind breezes through the forest, an old man dressed in white attire walks to the balcony. He leans his figure to the wooden railings and closes his eyes, slowly breathing in the fresh bloom of Mother Nature before him.
The old man in white can smell the wet leaves and muddy soil coming from the forest. He breathes out with a smile on his face, content washing over him as he admires a small part of the Earth's full beauty.
The peaceful silence was scorched by the loud footsteps ushering behind him, interrupting his calm state of mind.
An old man dressed in a red suit and hat stood beside the old man in white, joining him as they dawned upon the vibrant green landscape of the forest, with the trees bending to the strong force of the wind.
“Lei è esaurendo i materiali commestibili per mantenersi.” The old man in red shifts ever so slightly.
The old man in white can hear the tiredness in that voice as clear as the day amongst them. He flinches at that thought.
“Sì,” the old man in white answers in a dry voice.
The leaves from below the trees crunched and crackled regardless of the thick humidity present in the air wrapping around the forest. The two old men heard its echoes clearly from atop of their treehouse's balcony, despite being such a realistically small noise.
She is listening.
“Lui riuscito a trovare soggetti adatti? ” The old man in white hid the cringe on his face with the flick of his pointy nose up in the air.
“Sì, compagno,” answered the old man in red.
The railings of the balcony screeched as the old man in white pushed himself off of it and stood straight, desperately fighting against his trembling figure.
“Dove sono loro? ” The old man in white’s brows furrowed in desperation, trying to hide the sense of urgency in his voice.
She can hear them.
“Non preoccuparti, compagno.” The old man in red held their tense gaze, taking a small step towards the old man in white. “Il nuovo membro ha trovato il nostro prossimo gruppo di sospetti.”
Their faces contorted along with the dim light of the sunset basking over the entire forest, one that speaks of a little secret locked within their grins.
A high-pitched cackle broke through the forest, along with the buzzing sound of the cold air breezing through the tall trees.
The old man in white returned his eyes back to the nature below him, once again leaning his weight against the railing as the glow of the moonlight replaced the sun's rays. The old man in red huffs, crossing his arms as he stands beside the old man in white.
“ Magnifica .”