,,,,^-†@¤# #¤@†-^,,,,
,,,,,^-†@¤ ¤@†-^,,,,,
,,,,,,^-†@ @†-^,,,,,,
,,,,,,,^-† †-^,,,,,,,
,,,,,,^-†@ @†-^,,,,,,
,,,,,^-†@¤ @ dream palace @ ¤@†-^,,,,,
,,,,^-†@¤# ^ ----- ------ ^ #¤@†-^,,,,
,,,^-†@¤## @ ..... ...... @ ##¤@†-^,,,
,,^-†@¤### / ..... ...... / ###¤@†-^,,
,^-†@¤#### ^ ..... ...... ^ ####¤@†-^,
,,^-†@¤### ^ ..... ...... ^ ###¤@†-^,,
,,,^-†@¤## , ..... ...... , ##¤@†-^,,,
,,,,^-†@¤# #¤@†-^,,,,
,,,,,^-†@¤ ¤@†-^,,,,,
,,,,,,^-†@ 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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,,,^-†@¤## ##¤@†-^,,,
,,,,^-†@¤# #¤@†-^,,,,