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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 #@##&†*-:.
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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 #&**-:....
....:*††## consider them friends as well. ##††*:....
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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 #@##&†*-:.
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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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