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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