.--††%&§§@ @§§&%††--.
.--†%&@### ###@&%†--.
.--†%&@### ###@&%†--.
.--†%&§@## ##@§&%†--.
.--†%&§@## ##@§&%†--.
.--†%&&&&§ & dream palace & §&&&&%†--.
.--†%&&&@@ - ----- ------ - @@&&&%†--.
...-†%%§@@ & ..... ...... & @@§%%†-...
.--†%&§§@# † ..... ...... † #@§§&%†--.
.--†%&§@@# - ..... ...... - #@@§&%†--.
....--%%&@ - ..... ...... - @&%%--....
.--†%&§@## . ..... ...... . ##@§&%†--.
.--†%&&&@@ @@&&&%†--.
...--††%&@ @&%††--...
.--†%&@### 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)) ##@§&%†--.
.--†%&§§§# #§§§&%†--.
.--†%&§@## - ##@§&%†--.
.--†%&§@## ##@§&%†--.
.--†%&§@## 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. #§&†††---.
..---%&&§@ @§&&%---..
...--†&&@# % #@&&†--...
.--†%&§@## ##@§&%†--.
.....--†&§ 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. @@&&%%†--.
.--†%&§§§# #§§§&%†--.
.--†%&§@## § ##@§&%†--.
.--†%&§@## ##@§&%†--.
...----%§§ 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. ##@§&%†--.
..---†&&§@ @§&&†---..
.-†%&§@### @ ###@§&%†-.
.--†%&§@## ##@§&%†--.
.--†%&§@## 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. §§§&&%†--.
.--†%&§@## ##@§&%†--.
..----†&§# . #§&†----..
.......-%§ §%-.......
.--†††%%&§ 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. ###@§&%†--
.----†%%&§ §&%%†----.
.--†%&§@## ##@§&%†--.
.--†%&§@## ##@§&%†--.
.--†%&&&&§ §&&&&%†--.
.--†%&§@## ##@§&%†--.
.--†%&§@## ##@§&%†--.