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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.