@&%\~,,,,, ,,,,,~\%&@
##@&@%\~~, ,~~\%@&@##
&%%~~~~,,, ,,,~~~~%%&
#&%\~~~,,, ,,,~~~\%&#
&@\\\\\~~, ,~~\\\\\@&
##@&@%\~~, @ 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. ,~~\\%@&&@
#&@%\~,,,, ,,,,~\%@&#
&&&%\~~~,, ,,~~~\%&&&
&@\\~,,,,, ,,,,,~\\@&
&%\\~,,,,, ,,,,,~\\%&
##@&@%\~~, ,~~\%@&@##
###@&%\~~, ,~~\%&@###