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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