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,,,,.~*%$#                                          #$%*~.,,,,
,,,.~*%$#@             $ Dream Palace $             @#$%*~.,,,
,,.~*%$#@#             . ----- ------ .             #@#$%*~.,,
,.~*%$#@##             $ ..... ...... $             ##@#$%*~.,
,,.~*%$#@#             * ..... ...... *             #@#$%*~.,,
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,,,,,,.~*%                                          %*~.,,,,,,
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,,,,,,.~*% Not  Actually A Palace. A Cottage In The %*~.,,,,,,
,,,,,.~*%$  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. #@#$%*~.,,
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