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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