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....:~†%&¤ & Dream Palace & ¤&%†~:....
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....:~†%&¤ . ..... ...... . ¤&%†~:....
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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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....:~†%&¤ ¤ ¤&%†~:....
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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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