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@¨@¨@¨@@¨@             * DREAM PALACE *             ¨@¨@¨¨¨@@¨
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@¨@¨@¨@@¨@             * ..... ...... *             ¨@¨@¨@@¨@¨
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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))                 ¨@¨@¨@@¨@¨
@¨@¨@¨¨@¨¨                                          ¨@¨@¨¨@¨@¨
@¨@¨@¨@@¨@                     «                    ¨@¨@¨@@¨@¨
@¨@¨@¨¨@¨¨                                          ¨@¨@¨¨@¨@¨
@¨@¨@¨@@¨@ 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.      ¨@¨@¨@@¨@¨
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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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