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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