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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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##@#^^«~¨¨ 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. ¨¨~«^^#@##
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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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