You open the door to confront a room of odd pillars. Water rushes down from several holes in the ceiling, and each hole is roughly a foot wide. The water pours in columns that fall through similar holes in the floor, flowing down to some unknown depth. Each of the eight pillars of water drops as much liquid as a stream in winter thaw. The floor is damp and looks slippery.
This is the life! Hold on tight! And this is the dream It's all I need! You never know where you'll find it And I'm gonna take my time, yeah I'm still getting it right This is the Life
