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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