¨#¨#¨¨###¨                                          ¨¨¨#¨#¨¨¨¨
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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.      ##¨#¨#¨#¨#
¨#¨#¨#¨¨#¨                                          ¨#¨#¨#¨#¨#
¨#¨#¨#¨##¨                    ¶                     ##¨#¨#¨#¨#
¨#¨#¨#¨¨#¨                                          ¨#¨#¨#¨#¨#
¨#¨#¨#¨##¨ 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. ¨#¨#¨#¨#¨#
¨#¨#¨#¨##¨                                          ##¨#¨#¨#¨#
¨#¨#¨#¨¨#¨                                          ¨#¨#¨#¨#¨#
¨#¨#¨#¨##¨                                          ##¨#¨#¨#¨#
¨#¨#¨#¨¨#¨                                          ¨#¨#¨#¨#¨#
¨#¨#¨#¨##¨                                          ##¨#¨#¨#¨#
¨#¨#¨#¨¨#¨                                          ¨#¨#¨#¨#¨#