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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.