,,~^%*@@@@ @@@@*%^~,,
,,,,,~~%*@ @*%~~,,,,,
,,~^%*@@@# #@@@*%^~,,
,,~^%*@@## ##@@*%^~,,
,,~^%*@@@@ @@@@*%^~,,
,,~^%*@@@# * 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. @%^~~~,,,,
,,~^%*@@@# #@@@*%^~,,
,,,,,^%*@@ @@*%^,,,,,
,,~^%@@@## ##@@@%^~,,
,,~^%*@@@# #@@@*%^~,,
,,,,^^*@@@ @@@*^^,,,,
,,~^%*@@@# #@@@*%^~,,