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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