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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.