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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.