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¶¶§§§$†«-¨ not actually a palace. a cottage in  the ¨-«†$§§§¶¶
@§§§$«¨¨¨¨  woods (temperate climate, rains every   ¨¨¨¨«$§§§@
#@¶@§$†«-¨ other   day,  springs  and  streams  and ¨-«†$§@¶@#
#@¶@§$†«-¨   mysterious iron and stone artifacts,   ¨-«†$§@¶@#
¶¶¶@§$†«-¨     birdland-ish eternal spring (late    ¨-«†$§@¶¶¶
¶§†-¨¨¨¨¨¨                 spring))                 ¨¨¨¨¨¨-†§¶
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¶@@$$†««-¨ i  wake up every morning at six am. it's ¨-««†$$@@¶
¶§§†--¨¨¨¨ dark, and the stars  are  out,  but  the ¨¨¨¨--†§§¶
#@¶@§$†«-¨ sun is  about to  rise. its  a long day, ¨-«†$§@¶@#
#@¶@§$†«-¨ before  it  fades to  night  again,  and ¨-«†$§@¶@#
@@§§§$†«-¨ then  it stays so until  i fall  asleep. ¨-«†$§§§@@
##@¶@$†«-¨ it  doesn't  rise  unless  i've  had  my ¨-«†$@¶@##
@$††--¨¨¨¨                 dreams.                  ¨¨¨¨--††$@
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@$«---¨¨¨¨ in  this cottage there's a  lot of radio ¨¨¨¨---«$@
##@¶@§$†«-   equipment, sound stuff, synths, tape   -«†$§@¶@##
#@¶@§$†«-¨ players. pen and  paper, books, cameras, ¨-«†$§@¶@#
¶¶@@§$†«-¨ mirrors, prisms,  and  various things to ¨-«†$§@@¶¶
##¶@§$†«-¨ do  art with. the fridge is filled  with ¨-«†$§@¶##
#@¶@§$†«-¨ differet foods,  all of them intriguing, ¨-«†$§@¶@#
#@¶@§$†«-¨              slightly weird.             ¨-«†$§@¶@#
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#@¶@§$†«-¨ i have  friends -  there's  a cat, and a ¨-«†$§@¶@#
@@§$«¨¨¨¨¨ dog  (who  is  ridicolously   large  and ¨¨¨¨¨«$§@@
¶@$†††-¨¨¨ wants to be the  big spoon). i listen to ¨¨¨-†††$@¶
#@¶@§$†«-¨ the shortwave radio,  and transmit a bit ¨-«†$§@¶@#
¶¶§$«-¨¨¨¨ myself,  songs  and  poetry,  and  found ¨¨¨¨-«$§¶¶
@§$«-¨¨¨¨¨ sounds from the forest. the  others tell ¨¨¨¨¨-«$§@
#@¶@§$†«-¨ of their  lives, play the guitar for me, ¨-«†$§@¶@#
#@¶@§$†«-¨ and  tell tales  of  the  old  world.  i ¨-«†$§@¶@#
#@¶@§$†«-¨      consider them friends as well.      ¨-«†$§@¶@#
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#@¶@§$†«-¨ most  importantly,  there's a two square ¨-«†$§@¶@#
@@§$†«¨¨¨¨ meter  area  on the  floor  where i  can ¨¨¨¨«†$§@@
@@$«¨¨¨¨¨¨ "save" things. whatever  i  put in  here ¨¨¨¨¨¨«$@@
#@¶@§$†«-¨ will not  be  affected  by  the  nightly ¨-«†$§@¶@#
@@$«-¨¨¨¨¨   reset. everything else, however, is    ¨¨¨¨¨-«$@@
#@¶@§$†«-¨     completely reset overnight: synth    ¨-«†$§@¶@#
¶§$«¨¨¨¨¨¨   patches removed, food uneaten, wounds  ¨¨¨¨¨¨«$§¶
@¶¶@§$†«-¨ healed, and  wherever  and whenever  i'd ¨-«†$§@¶¶@
#@¶@§$†«-¨ fall asleep  i'd  always  wake up  fully ¨-«†$§@¶@#
#@¶@§$†«-¨ rested  in  my  bed.  sometimes  there's ¨-«†$§@¶@#
¶¶¶@§$†«-¨ accidents   where  i   lose   stuff   by ¨-«†$§@¶¶¶
##@¶@$†«-¨ forgetting to  put them  in the  square. ¨-«†$@¶@##
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#@¶@§$†«-¨ at  night,  i   have  demi-lucid  dreams ¨-«†$§@¶@#
@@¶@§$†«-¨ where  the spirits of  the forest around ¨-«†$§@¶@@
##@¶§$†«-¨ the cottage tries  to communicate. here, ¨-«†$§¶@##
@§§††††«-¨ it's  not  endless  but  connected  to a ¨-«††††§§@
@$††-¨¨¨¨¨ large  sprawling  city,  where my  radio ¨¨¨¨¨-††$@
##@¶@§$†-¨ friends live. we go  exploring  together ¨-†$§@¶@##
##¶@§$†«-¨ -  things are deep and dark - but unlike ¨-«†$§@¶##
#@¶@§$†«-¨ me, they never remember during the  day. ¨-«†$§@¶@#
@@$$«««¨¨¨ this  is  a  mystery  we  often discuss. ¨¨¨«««$$@@
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