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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.