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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. #@@@§†^=:.
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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 @@@@§†^=:.
.:=^†§@@@@ accidents where i lose stuff by @@@@§†^=:.
.:=^†§@@@# forgetting to put them in the square. #@@@§†^=:.
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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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