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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 §§=:::==:,
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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. #@#§%=:=:,
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,:=:=%%§§# § #§§%%=:=:,
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,:=:=%§#@@ 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. §§§§%=:=:,
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,:=:=%§##@ 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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