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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