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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