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.