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.                 
                                          
                              
                                          
                          
                                          
                              
                                          
  
   MODERN   CHROME AND   REACH YOUR   
  EUROPEAN   PLASTIC    DESTINATION   
   COMFORT   LEATHER    EFFORTLESSLY