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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. ###§§*^~.¨
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¨¨¨¨¨¨~*§@ 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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¨.~^*§§@## ##@§§*^~.¨
¨.~^*§§@@@ 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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