,,»\*%@# #@#&%*\»,,
,,»\*%@# #@#&%*\»,,
,,,,,,\\%# #%\\,,,,,,
,,»\*%@# #@#&%*\»,,
,,»\*%@# #@#&%*\»,,
,,»\*%## % Dream Palace % ###&%*\»,,
,,»\*%@# , ----- ------ , #@#&%*\»,,
,,»\*%## % ..... ...... % ###&%*\»,,
,,»\*%## \ ..... ...... \ ###&%*\»,,
,,»\*%@# , ..... ...... , #@#&%*\»,,
,,,,,,\*%& , ..... ...... , &%*\,,,,,,
,,»\*@## , ..... ...... , ##@#&*\»,,
,,»\*%@# #@#&%*\»,,
,,»\*%&@## ##@&%*\»,,
,,,,,»»\*& 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. ###&%*\»,,
,,»\*%@# #@#&%*\»,,
,,»\*%@# #@#&%*\»,,
,,»\*%@# #@#&%*\»,,
,,»\*%@# #@#&%*\»,,
,,,,,»\* #&*\»,,,,,
,,\*%@## ##@#&%*\,,