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,,,,,^«†*¤             ¤ dream palace ¤             ¤*†«^,,,,,
,,,,,,^«†*             ^ ----- ------ ^             *†«^,,,,,,
,,,,,,,^«†             ¤ ..... ...... ¤             †«^,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,^«             † ..... ...... †             «^,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,^«†             ^ ..... ...... ^             †«^,,,,,,,
,,,,,,^«†*             ^ ..... ...... ^             *†«^,,,,,,
,,,,,^«†*¤             , ..... ...... ,             ¤*†«^,,,,,
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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))                 ¤*†«^,,,,,
,,,,,,^«†*                                          *†«^,,,,,,
,,,,,,,^«†                     «                    †«^,,,,,,,
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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.                 ##@&¤*†«^,
,,^«†*¤&@#                                          #@&¤*†«^,,
,,,^«†*¤&@                    *                     @&¤*†«^,,,
,,,,^«†*¤&                                          &¤*†«^,,,,
,,,,,^«†*¤ 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. «^,,,,,,,,
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