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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))                 
                                          
                                         
                                          
 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.