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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