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.