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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