THE DAM OUTSIDE VESZELLE.        
       THE HYDROPLANT                   
            
                                          
 IT'S ALL - IT'S ALL ABOUT CIRCLES, ABOUT 
 TORUSES  ("DONUTS"), IT'S ABOUT SPINNING 
 VERY FAST  AND  THEN INVITING  A SPIRAL. 
                                          
  
                                          
 A RING,  LIKE A HALO,  SURROUNDS  ME. MY 
 BADGE  AS PLANT  SUPERVISOR.  GRANTS  ME 
 POWERS.  LIGHTS  ME  UP  IN  THE  SUBTLE 
 SILVER-BLUE   COLOR   OF    THE   PLANT. 
                                          
 THE PLANT  LURES  THE MIST FROM ATOP THE 
 DARK  SEA WATER.  IT'S  SIPHONED  INSIDE 
 THE GREAT MECHANISM.                     
                                          
 THERE'S  INTERNAL WORKERS THERE, CAPABLE 
 OF   SURVIVING    TURBINE    CONDITIONS. 
 THEY'RE    ESCAPED    AND     REEDUCATED 
 LIQUID GLASS   CATS,   ALWAYS   CARFULLY 
 ADJUSTING  THE MIRRORS INSIDE THE TORUS, 
 ABSORBING  AND  EMANATING  VARIOUS  MIST 
 WAVELENGTHS, FEELING  FOR  OTHER  THINGS 
 IN THE MIST.                             
                                          
 WATER  SPIRITS  ARE   SEPARATED,  PUSHED 
 INTO THE  CENTER  FUNNEL, INTO THE SHARP 
 PRISM   AT   ITS   BOTTOM.THEIR   VOICES 
 COMBINE  EACH  NIGHT  INTO  A  WONDERFUL 
 CHORUS    AS    THEY   ARE    REFRACTED. 
                                          
  
                                          
 THE DAM. THE  HYDROPLANT AT THE  EDGE OF 
 THE SEA.  WE  POWER OUR LITTLE PETS WITH 
 THIS ENERGY.