,~»^^%&@## ##@&%^^»~,
,~»^^%&@## ##@&%^^»~,
,~»^^^%&&# #&&%^^^»~,
~»^^%&@### ###@&%^^»~
,,,~~»^&@@ @@&^»~~,,,
,,,,»^^&&& % 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. @@@&%^^»~,
,~»^^^^%&& &&%^^^^»~,
,~»^^%&@## ##@&%^^»~,
,~»^^%&@## ##@&%^^»~,
,,,,»^^^&# #&^^^»,,,,
,~»^^%&@## ##@&%^^»~,
,~»^^%&@## ##@&%^^»~,