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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.