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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 ¨¨¨¨~-†^§§
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#@#§§^†-~¨ 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. ¨¨¨~-†^§§#
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#§§^†-~¨¨¨ 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. ¨~-†^§§#@#
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§^†-~¨¨¨¨¨ 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. ¨¨¨¨¨~-†^§
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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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