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#$$$^«,,,, not actually a palace. a cottage in the ,,,,«^$$$#
##§^««,,,, woods (temperate climate, rains every ,,,,««^§##
####$§^«,, other day, springs and streams and ,,«^§$####
##¶#$§^«,, mysterious iron and stone artifacts, ,,«^§$#¶##
#$^«,,,,,, birdland-ish eternal spring (late ,,,,,,«^$#
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#§§««,,,,, i wake up every morning at six am. it's ,,,,,««§§#
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##¶#$§^«,, sun is about to rise. its a long day, ,,«^§$#¶##
##¶#$§^«,, before it fades to night again, and ,,«^§$#¶##
##$$§§^«,, then it stays so until i fall asleep. ,,«^§§$$##
#§§^««««,, it doesn't rise unless i've had my ,,««««^§§#
##¶#$§^«,, dreams. ,,«^§$#¶##
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#$§^^^«,,, in this cottage there's a lot of radio ,,,«^^^§$#
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#¶¶#$§^«,, players. pen and paper, books, cameras, ,,«^§$#¶¶#
##§«,,,,,, 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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