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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