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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.