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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, ¨:~\%¤@@##
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#@@¤@%\~:¨ 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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@@@¤@%\~:¨ 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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