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.-~***#@## Not Actually A Palace. A Cottage In The ##@#***~-.
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.......~*# Mysterious Iron And Stone Artifacts, #*~.......
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.-~***#@## I Wake Up Every Morning At Six Am. It'S ##@#***~-.
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.-~***#@## 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 #*~.......
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.-~***#### In This Cottage There'S A Lot Of Radio ####***~-.
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.-~***#@## Do Art With. The Fridge Is Filled With ##@#***~-.
.-~***#@## Differet Foods, All Of Them Intriguing, ##@#***~-.
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.-~***##@# 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 ##@#***~-.
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.-~***#@## Meter Area On The Floor Where I Can ##@#***~-.
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.-~******# 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 #*~.......
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.-~***#@## 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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