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*^«:,,,,,,             @ Dream Palace @             ,,,,,,:«^*
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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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#@*^«:,,,,                     «                    ,,,,:«^*@#
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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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@*^«:,,,,,                    ,                     ,,,,,:«^*@
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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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