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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.