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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.      
                                          
                                         
                                          
 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.