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@@¨@¨@¨@¨@             £ 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.      ¨@¨@¨¨@¨@¨
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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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¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@                    ¨                     ¨@¨@¨@@¨@¨
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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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