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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