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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))                 §¨§¨§¨§¨§¨
§§¨§¨§¨§¨§                                          §¨§¨§¨§¨§¨
¨§¨§¨§¨§¨§                     ~                    §¨§¨§¨§¨§¨
§§¨§¨§¨§¨§                                          §¨§¨§¨§¨§¨
¨§¨§¨§¨§¨§ 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. §¨§¨§¨§¨§¨
¨§¨§¨§¨§¨§                                          §¨§¨§¨§¨§¨
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