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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)) §§§§:.,,,,
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,.=:§§§@@# 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. @§§§§§:=.,
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,,,,,.==§§ 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. @§:==..,,,
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,.=:§§§@@# 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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