,,,,:;;*&@ @&*;;:,,,,
,:=;*£&#@# #@#&£*;=:,
,:=;*£&#@# #@#&£*;=:,
,:=;*£&@## ##@&£*;=:,
,:=;*£&&## ##&&£*;=:,
,:=;*£&#@# £ 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. ##&&£*;=:,
,,,,,,:;£# #£;:,,,,,,
,,,,:==**& &**==:,,,,
,:=;*£&#@# #@#&£*;=:,
,:=;*£&#@@ @@#&£*;=:,
,:=;*£&#@# #@#&£*;=:,
,,,::=;;*& &*;;=::,,,