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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