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,-~*$§@@## § dream palace § ##@@§$*~-,
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,-~~~$$§@@ § ..... ...... § @@§$$~~~-,
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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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