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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.