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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     #@#¤¤†;-,¨
¨¨,-;†¤¤#@                 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.      @#¤¤†;-,¨¨
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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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