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.
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