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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