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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.