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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