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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