The Geelo Dome, 2 of 4

So why give something back to those who betrayed them? It was just in their nature, and their grace, knowing that some day they may help another angel from falling. And every day a handful of ink on the field and another glass piece laid down. The minions now had no concept of time since they now had the ability to travel three times in all aspects of the day, and these three times, could let these night walkers to the point of being mischievous but they all knew that this dome was needed and actually cared immensely to those in the light of the day. And words, words would be honoured in the glass pieces, a poem:

To those who seek the light of day

With angels and the union who frequently play

together in time of joyfulness and will

The ones who protect those who stand still.

And every word of this poem was etched on every single glass piece a minion would lay down on the dome. And three times, a minion could create, their souls would be absorbed through the field of various colours and they rest there until one day they could be watered by a living angel once the dome was completed. The colours began to melt into a colour of colours of all species and natures and rainbows in our world, there was yellow and blue and mctorquoise too. A little rad and red and bent out of lemon. Batches of flowers were these minions and there was lilac and syracuse and venture and edapuss. The minions kept working for three times and were gone. To create glass above and even rivers and shrubs beyond. This dome was unlike any zoo or museum, or anything really happening down in Hamburgerville but whatever remained in the hearts and souls of the groundlessly doomed. And inch by inch of glass and sacrifice made for every colour, the centre began to be noticeable to the angels in the left and the right. Not completely invisible but a presence and every day minions would work continuously and the angels never saw past their peripherals but slowly began to smell the roses and the daffodils and the yellowchins and the appledim. They could taste the air fresher than pudding or tapioca or pizza or pie. Every day passed and the angels could see the colours and remember the fallen until one day the dome was only needing four more pieces of glass to make the waterfalls and the ground dirt was beginning to moisten. There were only three minions left and all three of them, had only 1 cloak left, they had used up the previous two cloaks and so, the last minions put one glass on, then another and then finally the only last one left they could manage but couldn't complete the masterpiece.