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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.