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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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