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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