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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