,,^~§¤§@## ##@§¤§~^,,
,^~§¤§@### ###@§¤§~^,
,,^~§¤§@## ##@§¤§~^,,
,,,^~§¤§@# #@§¤§~^,,,
,,,,^~§¤§@ @§¤§~^,,,,
,,,^~§¤§@# ¤ 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. ##@§¤§~^,,
,^~§¤§@### ###@§¤§~^,
,,^~§¤§@## ##@§¤§~^,,
,,,^~§¤§@# #@§¤§~^,,,
,,,,^~§¤§@ @§¤§~^,,,,
,,,^~§¤§@# #@§¤§~^,,,
,,^~§¤§@## ##@§¤§~^,,