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#@@@$%†«~¨             $ Dream Palace $             ¨~«†%$@@@#
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#@@@$%†«~¨             $ ..... ...... $             ¨~«†%$@@@#
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@@@$%†«~¨¨ 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))                 ¨~«†%$@@@#
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@@$%†«~¨¨¨                     «                    ¨¨¨~«†%$@@
@@@$%†«~¨¨                                          ¨¨~«†%$@@@
#@@@$%†«~¨ 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.             ¨¨¨~«†%$@@
@@@$%†«~¨¨                                          ¨¨~«†%$@@@
#@@@$%†«~¨                     @                    ¨~«†%$@@@#
##@@@$%†«~                                          ~«†%$@@@##
#@@@$%†«~¨ 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. ~«†%$@@@##
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@@$%†«~¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨~«†%$@@
@@@$%†«~¨¨                                          ¨¨~«†%$@@@
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##@@@$%†«~                                          ~«†%$@@@##