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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