,,,,,,,†*@                                          @*†,,,,,,,
,,-†%%%%*@                                          @*%%%%†-,,
,,,,,-%**§                                          §**%-,,,,,
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,,--†††%§@                                          @§%†††--,,
,,-†%*§@@#             * 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. ##@§*%†-,,
,,,,,-%%§#                                          #§%%-,,,,,
,,,,,-%*§§                                          §§*%-,,,,,
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,,-†%*§§@@                                          @@§§*%†-,,
,,-†%§@###                                          ###@§%†-,,