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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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.:~^*$§### i have friends -  there's a  cat, and  a ###§$*^~:.
.:~^*$§#@# dog  (who   is  ridicolously  large  and #@#§$*^~:.
.:~^*$§#@# wants to  be the big spoon). i listen to #@#§$*^~:.
.:~^*$#@## the shortwave radio, and transmit a  bit ##@#$*^~:.
.:~^*$§### myself,  songs  and  poetry,  and  found ###§$*^~:.
.::~^^*§## 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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