,,»^*%%%§# #§%%%*^»,,
,,»^*%§@## ##@§%*^»,,
,,,»»^***§ §***^»»,,,
,,,,,,»*§§ §§*»,,,,,,
,,,,»***%@ @%***»,,,,
,,»^*%§@## % Dream Palace % ##@§%*^»,,
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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)) @%%**»»,,,
,,»^*%§@## ##@§%*^»,,
,,,,»»***§ » §***»»,,,,
,,»^*%§§@# #@§§%*^»,,
,,»^*%§@## 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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