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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