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.