,~~;*%@@## ##@@%*;~~,
,~~;*%@### ###@%*;~~,
,~~;*%@#@# #@#@%*;~~,
,~~;*%@#@# #@#@%*;~~,
,,~~;**%## ##%**;~~,,
,,,,~~;;*@ % Dream Palace % @*;;~~,,,,
,~~;*%@#@# ~ ----- ------ ~ #@#@%*;~~,
,~~;*%@#@@ % ..... ...... % @@#@%*;~~,
,~~;;;;%#@ ; ..... ...... ; @#%;;;;~~,
,,~~~;;%@@ ~ ..... ...... ~ @@%;;~~~,,
,~~;*%@#@# ~ ..... ...... ~ #@#@%*;~~,
,,,,,~;%%@ , ..... ...... , @%%;~,,,,,
,~~;*@#@## ##@#@*;~~,
,,,~;;%@#@ @#@%;;~,,,
,,,,,~;%%@ 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. #@#@%*;~~,
,~~;*%@@## ##@@%*;~~,
,,,,,~~*@# #@*~~,,,,,
,~~;*%#@## ##@#%*;~~,
,~~;*%@### ###@%*;~~,
,~~~~;%%## ##%%;~~~~,
,,,~~;*%@# #@%*;~~,,,