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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.