,,,,,»»%&& &&%»»,,,,,
,,,,-»%&&£ £&&%»-,,,,
,-»^%&&£@@ @@£&&%^»-,
,-»^%&&£## ##£&&%^»-,
,,,,-^&&£@ @£&&^-,,,,
,-»^%&&£@# & Dream Palace & #@£&&%^»-,
,-»^%&&££@ - ----- ------ - @££&&%^»-,
,-»^%&&£@# & ..... ...... & #@£&&%^»-,
,-»^%&£@## ^ ..... ...... ^ ##@£&%^»-,
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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. £&%%^»,,,,
,,,,,»^&&& &&&^»,,,,,
,,,,,-^%&£ £&%^-,,,,,
,-»^&&£@## ##@£&&^»-,
,,---»»^&£ £&^»»---,,
,-»^%%%%%& &%%%%%^»-,
,,,,,-»^%& &%^»-,,,,,