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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)) ##@§%*†«:.
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.:«†*%§@## 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. #@§*†:....
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.:«†*%§@## 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. ##@§%*†«:.
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.....:†%§# 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. ###@§%*«:.
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.:«†*%§@## 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. ##@§%*†«:.
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.:«†*%§@## 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. ##@§%*†«:.
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