,,,,,:»†*@ @*†»:,,,,,
,,,,:»†*@& &@*†»:,,,,
,,,:»†*@&@ @&@*†»:,,,
,,:»†*@&@# #@&@*†»:,,
,:»†*@&@## ##@&@*†»:,
,,:»†*@&@# @ 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. @*†»:,,,,,
,,,,,,:»†* *†»:,,,,,,
,,,,,:»†*@ @*†»:,,,,,
,,,,:»†*@& &@*†»:,,,,
,,,:»†*@&@ @&@*†»:,,,
,,:»†*@&@# #@&@*†»:,,
,:»†*@&@## ##@&@*†»:,