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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