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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