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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.