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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