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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