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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