,~»*†&@@@@ @@@@&†*»~,
,,,,»»†&@@ @@&†»»,,,,
,~»*†&&&@@ @@&&&†*»~,
,~»*†&@@@# #@@@&†*»~,
,~»*†&@@@# #@@@&†*»~,
,~»*†&@@@# & 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. ##@@@&*»~,
,,,~~*†&@@ @@&†*~~,,,
,,,,,,»*&@ @&*»,,,,,,
,,,,,~*†&@ @&†*~,,,,,
,~»*†@@@## ##@@@†*»~,
,~»*†&@@@# #@@@&†*»~,
,~»*†&@@@@ @@@@&†*»~,