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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.