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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