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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