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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