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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 ,-~†%§¶@##
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##¶§%††~-, 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. ,,,~††%%§§
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¶¶¶§%††~-, 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. ,-~††%§¶##
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#@¶§%††~-, 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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