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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