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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 ^:~.......
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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 ^:~.......
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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 ^:~.......
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