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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. ,,:~\**§@#
@§**\~:,,, ,,,:~\**§@
#@§**\~:,, * ,,:~\**§@#
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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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