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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