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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))                 
                                          
                                         
                                          
 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.