#@#&@=†»^,                                          ,^»†=@&#@#
@#&@=†»^,,                                          ,,^»†=@&#@
#@#&@=†»^,                                          ,^»†=@&#@#
@#&@=†»^,,                                          ,,^»†=@&#@
#@#&@=†»^,                                          ,^»†=@&#@#
@#&@=†»^,,             @ dream palace @             ,,^»†=@&#@
#@#&@=†»^,             ^ ----- ------ ^             ,^»†=@&#@#
@#&@=†»^,,             @ ..... ...... @             ,,^»†=@&#@
#@#&@=†»^,             † ..... ...... †             ,^»†=@&#@#
@#&@=†»^,,             ^ ..... ...... ^             ,,^»†=@&#@
#@#&@=†»^,             ^ ..... ...... ^             ,^»†=@&#@#
@#&@=†»^,,             , ..... ...... ,             ,,^»†=@&#@
#@#&@=†»^,                                          ,^»†=@&#@#
@#&@=†»^,,                                          ,,^»†=@&#@
#@#&@=†»^, 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. ,^»†=@&#@#
@#&@=†»^,,                                          ,,^»†=@&#@
#@#&@=†»^,                                          ,^»†=@&#@#
@#&@=†»^,,                                          ,,^»†=@&#@
#@#&@=†»^,                                          ,^»†=@&#@#
@#&@=†»^,,                                          ,,^»†=@&#@
#@#&@=†»^,                                          ,^»†=@&#@#