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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.