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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