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¨~~^*§§#@# #@#§§*^~~¨
¨~~^*§§#@# #@#§§*^~~¨
¨¨¨¨~~~*§§ §§*~~~¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨~~~^§§ §§^~~~¨¨¨¨
¨~~^*§§#@@ § 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. ##§*^~¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨~~~^§# #§^~~~¨¨¨¨
¨~~^*§§### ###§§*^~~¨
¨~~^*§§#@# #@#§§*^~~¨
¨~~^*§§#@# #@#§§*^~~¨
¨~~^*§§#@# #@#§§*^~~¨
¨¨¨~~***§@ @§***~~¨¨¨