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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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