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