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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