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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