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##¶#§%/~^, § dream palace § ,^~/%§#¶##
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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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