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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)) ;--.......
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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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