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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