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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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