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.