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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