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¨¨¨¨¨¨^/%¶ woods (temperate climate, rains every ¶%/^¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨^^~//$&&¶ other day, springs and streams and ¶&&$//~^^¨
¨^~/$%## mysterious iron and stone artifacts, ###&%$/~^¨
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¨^~/$%## dark, and the stars are out, but the ###&%$/~^¨
¨¨¨^//%&&& sun is about to rise. its a long day, &&&%//^¨¨¨
¨^~/$%&¶¶¶ before it fades to night again, and ¶¶¶&%$/~^¨
¨^~/$%&&¶# then it stays so until i fall asleep. #¶&&%$/~^¨
¨^~/$%&¶## it doesn't rise unless i've had my ##¶&%$/~^¨
¨^~///$$&¶ dreams. ¶&$$///~^¨
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¨^~/$%&¶## players. pen and paper, books, cameras, ##¶&%$/~^¨
¨^~/$%&¶## mirrors, prisms, and various things to ##¶&%$/~^¨
¨^~/$%&¶## do art with. the fridge is filled with ##¶&%$/~^¨
¨¨¨¨¨^~$&¶ differet foods, all of them intriguing, ¶&$~^¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨^/$$ slightly weird. #&$$/^¨¨¨¨
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¨^~/$%&¶## wants to be the big spoon). i listen to ##¶&%$/~^¨
¨¨¨¨¨^^/$& the shortwave radio, and transmit a bit &$/^^¨¨¨¨¨
¨^~/$$$$&& myself, songs and poetry, and found &&$$$$/~^¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨~$ sounds from the forest. the others tell #&$~¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨^~/$%&¶## of their lives, play the guitar for me, ##¶&%$/~^¨
¨¨¨¨~//%%& and tell tales of the old world. i &%%//~¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨^/$&& consider them friends as well. &&$/^¨¨¨¨¨
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¨^~/$%&¶## most importantly, there's a two square ##¶&%$/~^¨
¨^~/$%## meter area on the floor where i can ###&%$/~^¨
¨^~/$%&¶## "save" things. whatever i put in here ##¶&%$/~^¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨~/$& will not be affected by the nightly &$/~¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨^~/$$$& 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 ¶%///~^¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨^/$% accidents where i lose stuff by #&%$/^¨¨¨¨
¨^~/$%&¶## forgetting to put them in the square. ##¶&%$/~^¨
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¨^~/$%&¶## at night, i have demi-lucid dreams ##¶&%$/~^¨
¨^~/$%&¶## where the spirits of the forest around ##¶&%$/~^¨
¨^~/$%&¶## the cottage tries to communicate. here, ##¶&%$/~^¨
¨^~/$%&¶## it's not endless but connected to a ##¶&%$/~^¨
¨^~/$%&¶## large sprawling city, where my radio ##¶&%$/~^¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨~$%¶ friends live. we go exploring together ¶%$~¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨^^/%&& - 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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