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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.