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...~*§%@## % Dream Palace % ##@%§*~...
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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 #@%§*~....
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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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...~*§%@## 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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