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.:«;%*£### mysterious iron and stone artifacts, ###£*%;«:.
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........:« 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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...:«;%*£# 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 ;«:.......
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.....:«;%* 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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