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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    §¨§¨§¨§¨¨§
¨§§¨§¨¨§¨§                 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. §¨§¨§¨§¨¨§
¨§§¨§¨¨§¨§                                          §¨§¨§¨§¨§§
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