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§§¨¨¨¨§§§§ ¨¨§¨¨§¨¨¨¨
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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)) ¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨§
§§¨¨§§§§¨¨ §§§¨¨¨§§¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨§§¨¨§ ~ §§¨¨§¨¨¨¨¨
§§§§¨¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨§§§§
§§§¨¨§§§§¨ 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. ¨¨¨§¨¨§§§§
§§§§§¨¨¨¨§ §§¨¨¨¨¨§§§
§§§§¨¨§§¨¨ §¨¨§§§¨¨§§
§§§¨¨¨¨¨¨§ ¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨§
§§¨¨§§§§¨¨ §§§¨¨¨§§¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨§§¨¨§ §§¨¨§¨¨¨¨¨
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