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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