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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.