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..====††&@ & dream palace & @&††====..
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..==†&&@## & ..... ...... & ##@&&†==..
..====††&& = ..... ...... = &&††====..
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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. &&=.......
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