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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 ,,:«†^*§##
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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 ,,,:«†^*§#
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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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