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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