,-~^§%§@@@ @@@§%§^~-,
,-~^§%§@@@ @@@§%§^~-,
,-~^§%§@@# #@@§%§^~-,
,-~^§§@@## ##@@§§^~-,
,,,,,,-~§§ §§~-,,,,,,
,-~^§%§@@@ % dream palace % @@@§%§^~-,
,,,,,,~^%§ - ----- ------ - §%^~,,,,,,
,-~^§%§@@# % ..... ...... % #@@§%§^~-,
,-~^§%§@@@ ^ ..... ...... ^ @@@§%§^~-,
,-~^§%§@## - ..... ...... - ##@§%§^~-,
,-~^§%§@@# - ..... ...... - #@@§%§^~-,
,-~^§§@@## , ..... ...... , ##@@§§^~-,
,,,,,-^%§@ @§%^-,,,,,
,,,,-^%%%@ @%%%^-,,,,
,,,,,,~§§§ 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. §§§%^--,,,
,,,,,-^%§@ @§%^-,,,,,
,,,~^§§§§§ §§§§§^~,,,
,-~^§%§@@# #@@§%§^~-,
,-~^%§@@## ##@@§%^~-,
,-~^%§@@## ##@@§%^~-,
,-~^§%§@## ##@§%§^~-,