Quote by Steven Seril

“Streams of brown, soapy water ran from him toward the drain. It circled there before falling in. He closed his eyes tightly so that the soap on his head wouldn’t burn them. “Here’s a little brain exercise for you, Azure: I used to wonder where all the water goes,” said Neela, sitting on a stool outside the tub. “It doesn’t just disappear into nothingness. It needs to go somewhere. But we don’t have normal sewers like the ground districts do. So, what do you think happens to it?” “I-I d-d-don’t know…” “There are pipes beneath us we can’t see. Just because we can’t see the pipes doesn’t mean that the pipes aren’t there. They’re there, alright. They have to be. Winding and weaving. We see their effects, otherwise we’d be swimming in filth. Some come from our sinks. Some come from our tubs. Some come from our toilets. But they’re all connected somewhere. All that dirty water is filtered out and treated somewhere. Some giant collection pool.”

Quote by Steven Seril