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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