,,^-=†&@## ##@&†=-^,,
,^-=†&@### ###@&†=-^,
,,^-=†&@## ##@&†=-^,,
,,,^-=†&@# #@&†=-^,,,
,,,,^-=†&@ @&†=-^,,,,
,,,^-=†&@# & dream palace & #@&†=-^,,,
,,^-=†&@## ^ ----- ------ ^ ##@&†=-^,,
,^-=†&@### & ..... ...... & ###@&†=-^,
,,^-=†&@## = ..... ...... = ##@&†=-^,,
,,,^-=†&@# ^ ..... ...... ^ #@&†=-^,,,
,,,,^-=†&@ ^ ..... ...... ^ @&†=-^,,,,
,,,^-=†&@# , ..... ...... , #@&†=-^,,,
,,^-=†&@## ##@&†=-^,,
,^-=†&@### ###@&†=-^,
,,^-=†&@## 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. ##@&†=-^,,
,^-=†&@### ###@&†=-^,
,,^-=†&@## ##@&†=-^,,
,,,^-=†&@# #@&†=-^,,,
,,,,^-=†&@ @&†=-^,,,,
,,,^-=†&@# #@&†=-^,,,
,,^-=†&@## ##@&†=-^,,