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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.