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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