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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