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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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