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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.