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.