,^-\%@&@## ##@&@%\-^,
,^-\%@&@## ##@&@%\-^,
,^-\%@&&&@ @&&&@%\-^,
,,,,--\%&# #&%\--,,,,
,,,,,^-%&# #&%-^,,,,,
,^-\%@&&@@ @ 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. @@\\-^,,,,
,^-\%@&@## ##@&@%\-^,
,^-\%@&@## ##@&@%\-^,
,^-\\\%%@& &@%%\\\-^,
,,,,,,-%&@ @&%-,,,,,,
,^--\\\@&# #&@\\\--^,
,^-\%@@@@# #@@@@%\-^,