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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