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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