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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.