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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.