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.