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.                 
                                          
                              
                                          
                          
                                          
                              
                                          
  
   MODERN   CHROME AND   REACH YOUR   
  EUROPEAN   PLASTIC    DESTINATION   
   COMFORT   LEATHER    EFFORTLESSLY