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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