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.