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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, £%:::,,,,,
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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 ££%::,,,,,
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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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