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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