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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