,,~;%@##££ ££##@%;~,,
,,,,,~%#££ ££#%~,,,,,
,,,,~;@@## ##@@;~,,,,
,,,,~;%%## ##%%;~,,,,
,,,,~~;@@£ £@@;~~,,,,
,,,,,,,;@# @ 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. #%%;~~,,,,
,,~;%@#£@# #@£#@%;~,,
,,~;%%%@£@ @£@%%%;~,,
,,~;%@#@## ##@#@%;~,,
,,,,~;%@@# #@@%;~,,,,
,,,,,,~;%# #%;~,,,,,,
,,~;%@#£££ £££#@%;~,,