.^~:§¤##@# #@##¤§:~^.
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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. ##¤§:~^...
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.^~:§¤##@# #@##¤§:~^.
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.^~:§¤##@# #@##¤§:~^.