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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