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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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