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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