£@§^-..¨¨¨ ¨¨¨..-^§@£
££@^-¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨-^@££
##£@@§^-.¨ ¨.-^§@@£##
###£@§^-.¨ ¨.-^§@£###
@§§§---.¨¨ ¨¨.---§§§@
£££@@§^-.¨ @ 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. ¨¨¨-----§@
##£@@§^-.¨ ¨.-^§@@£##
@@@§^^^-.¨ ¨.-^^^§@@@
@@@§--.¨¨¨ ¨¨¨.--§@@@
###£@@§-.¨ ¨.-§@@£###
@@§-..¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨..-§@@
£@^^--..¨¨ ¨¨..--^^@£