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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