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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