jesper's field   
                                      
                            
                                        
                                          
      suspicious and trap-like. just      
 east of g-town, if you follow the  train 
   tracks, suddenly the trees disappear   
 and make  way  for what looks like fifty 
 thousand  square meters of orange grass. 
                                          
       cold and endless metal rods        
 on their  gravel  bed, but  just  a  few 
 steps  down and  you're standing  on the 
 field's edge. you're alone in  this.  no 
       other creature will go here.       
                                          
 further  ahead  you  can  see bushes  in 
 various   colors,   giving  the  area  a 
 flowery vibe. they  are thorny, and  the 
 color    comes   from    their    twigs. 
                                          
     the real secret of the field is      
 the  depth  beneath  it.  there   is  no 
 ground.  the  grass  might be  tall  and 
 bushy,  but  the roots  have  nothing to 
 grow in. they will huddle together in  a 
 dense   carpet   but  dare   not   stray 
                 downward.                
                                          
                              
                                          
                          
                                          
                              
                                          
  
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