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.