#§§:«,,,,, ,,,,,«:§§#
##§§:«,,,, ,,,,«:§§##
###§§:«,,, ,,,«:§§###
####§§:«,, ,,«:§§####
###§§:«,,, ,,,«:§§###
##§§:«,,,, § 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. ,,,,,«:§§#
§§:«,,,,,, ,,,,,,«:§§
#§§:«,,,,, ,,,,,«:§§#
##§§:«,,,, ,,,,«:§§##
###§§:«,,, ,,,«:§§###
####§§:«,, ,,«:§§####
###§§:«,,, ,,,«:§§###