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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