#@%**~~,,, ,,,~~**%@#
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##@†~~,,,, ,,,,~~†@##
#@@@%†*~-, ,-~*†%@@@#
@†††*--,,, ,,,--*†††@
#@%%*~~,,, % 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. ,-~*†%####
#@†**~,,,, ,,,,~**†@#
###@%†*~-, ,-~*†%@###
@%†*~,,,,, ,,,,,~*†%@
###@%†*~-, ,-~*†%@###
#@%*-,,,,, ,,,,,-*%@#
###@%†*~-, ,-~*†%@###