,,,--*%%¤@ @¤%%*--,,,
,,,,,~$$¤¤ ¤¤$$~,,,,,
,-~*$%¤@@# #@@¤%$*~-,
,,,,--*%@@ @@%*--,,,,
,-~*$%¤@@# #@@¤%$*~-,
,-~*$%¤@## % Dream Palace % ##@¤%$*~-,
,-~*$%%%¤@ - ----- ------ - @¤%%%$*~-,
,,,,~*%¤¤@ % ..... ...... % @¤¤%*~,,,,
,-~*$%¤@@@ * ..... ...... * @@@¤%$*~-,
,-~*$¤@@## - ..... ...... - ##@@¤$*~-,
,-~*$%¤@@# - ..... ...... - #@@¤%$*~-,
,-~*$¤@@## , ..... ...... , ##@@¤$*~-,
,-~*$¤@@## ##@@¤$*~-,
,,,,-*%¤¤¤ ¤¤¤%*-,,,,
,-~*$%¤@@@ Not Actually A Palace. A Cottage In The @@@¤%$*~-,
,-~*$%¤@@# Woods (Temperate Climate, Rains Every #@@¤%$*~-,
,-~*$%¤@@# Other Day, Springs And Streams And #@@¤%$*~-,
,-~*$%¤@@@ Mysterious Iron And Stone Artifacts, @@@¤%$*~-,
,-~*$%¤@@# Birdland-Ish Eternal Spring (Late #@@¤%$*~-,
,-~*$%¤@@@ Spring)) @@@¤%$*~-,
,-~*$%¤@@# #@@¤%$*~-,
,-~*$%¤@@# ~ #@@¤%$*~-,
,-~*$%¤@@@ @@@¤%$*~-,
,-~*$%¤@@@ I Wake Up Every Morning At Six Am. It'S @@@¤%$*~-,
,,,,-~$¤@@ Dark, And The Stars Are Out, But The @@¤$~-,,,,
,,,,,-~*%@ 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 ##@@¤%*~-,
,,,,,,~*$¤ Friends Live. We Go Exploring Together ¤$*~,,,,,,
,-~*$%¤¤¤¤ - Things Are Deep And Dark - But Unlike ¤¤¤¤%$*~-,
,-~*$%¤@@# Me, They Never Remember During The Day. #@@¤%$*~-,
,-~*$%¤@@# This Is A Mystery We Often Discuss. #@@¤%$*~-,
,,-~~$$$%@ @%$$$~~-,,
,,--~*$¤¤@ @¤¤$*~--,,
,-~*$%¤@@# #@@¤%$*~-,
,,,-*$$$¤@ @¤$$$*-,,,
,-~*$%¤@## ##@¤%$*~-,
,-~*$%¤¤@@ @@¤¤%$*~-,