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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