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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))                 
                                          
                                         
                                          
 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.