,-«†$@&#@#                                          #@#&@$†«-,
,,-«†$@&#@                                          @#&@$†«-,,
,-«†$@&#@#                                          #@#&@$†«-,
,,-«†$@&#@                                          @#&@$†«-,,
,-«†$@&#@#                                          #@#&@$†«-,
,,-«†$@&#@             @ Dream Palace @             @#&@$†«-,,
,-«†$@&#@#             - ----- ------ -             #@#&@$†«-,
,,-«†$@&#@             @ ..... ...... @             @#&@$†«-,,
,-«†$@&#@#             † ..... ...... †             #@#&@$†«-,
,,-«†$@&#@             - ..... ...... -             @#&@$†«-,,
,-«†$@&#@#             - ..... ...... -             #@#&@$†«-,
,,-«†$@&#@             , ..... ...... ,             @#&@$†«-,,
,-«†$@&#@#                                          #@#&@$†«-,
,,-«†$@&#@                                          @#&@$†«-,,
,-«†$@&#@# Not Actually A  Palace. A Cottage In The #@#&@$†«-,
,,-«†$@&#@  Woods (Temperate Climate, Rains Every   @#&@$†«-,,
,-«†$@&#@# Other   Day,  Springs  And  Streams  And #@#&@$†«-,
,,-«†$@&#@   Mysterious Iron And Stone Artifacts,   @#&@$†«-,,
,-«†$@&#@#    Birdland-Ish Eternal Spring (Late     #@#&@$†«-,
,,-«†$@&#@                 Spring))                 @#&@$†«-,,
,-«†$@&#@#                                          #@#&@$†«-,
,,-«†$@&#@                    «                     @#&@$†«-,,
,-«†$@&#@#                                          #@#&@$†«-,
,,-«†$@&#@ I Wake Up Every Morning At Six Am.  It'S @#&@$†«-,,
,-«†$@&#@# Dark,  And The  Stars  Are Out,  But The #@#&@$†«-,
,,-«†$@&#@ Sun Is  About To Rise.  Its  A Long Day, @#&@$†«-,,
,-«†$@&#@# Before  It  Fades  To  Night  Again, And #@#&@$†«-,
,,-«†$@&#@ Then  It Stays So Until  I  Fall Asleep. @#&@$†«-,,
,-«†$@&#@# It  Doesn'T  Rise  Unless  I'Ve  Had  My #@#&@$†«-,
,,-«†$@&#@                 Dreams.                  @#&@$†«-,,
,-«†$@&#@#                                          #@#&@$†«-,
,,-«†$@&#@                    $                     @#&@$†«-,,
,-«†$@&#@#                                          #@#&@$†«-,
,,-«†$@&#@ 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. #@#&@$†«-,
,,-«†$@&#@                                          @#&@$†«-,,
,-«†$@&#@#                                          #@#&@$†«-,
,,-«†$@&#@                                          @#&@$†«-,,
,-«†$@&#@#                                          #@#&@$†«-,
,,-«†$@&#@                                          @#&@$†«-,,
,-«†$@&#@#                                          #@#&@$†«-,