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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.