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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