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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.