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,,-:%%§@@# % dream palace % #@@§%%:-,,
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,,,,,,-:%@ % ..... ...... % @%:-,,,,,,
,,-:%%§@## : ..... ...... : ##@§%%:-,,
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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)) ##@§%%:-,,
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,,,,,-::%§ - §%::-,,,,,
,,-:%%§§§§ §§§§%%:-,,
,,,,,:%%§@ 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. @@@§%%:-,,
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,,,,,,,:%@ @%:,,,,,,,
,,,,--%§@@ 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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,,,,,--%§# #§%--,,,,,