,,,,,,-*@& &@*-,,,,,,
,:-^*@&¶@@ @@¶&@*^-:,
:-^*@&¶@## ##@¶&@*^-:
,:-^*@&¶@# #@¶&@*^-:,
,,,,:^@@@¶ ¶@@@^:,,,,
,:-^*@&@## @ 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. #@¶&@*^-:,
,:-^*@&¶@# #@¶&@*^-:,
,,,,,:^^@& &@^^:,,,,,
,:-^*@&¶@# #@¶&@*^-:,
,:-^*@&¶@# #@¶&@*^-:,
,:-^*@&&¶¶ ¶¶&&@*^-:,
,,,,:^@@&¶ ¶&@@^:,,,,