Déjà vuIt’s the year 2134. Most adults have stopped looking at the small things with wonder, only a handful of dreamers still do.
Even children have grown used to the rush, their minds tethered to glowing screens and endless information. The world moves too fast; no one pauses to breathe with the Earth anymore.
That’s why this moment matters most.
On the rooftop of a house far from the city’s chaos, two silhouettes share the cold breath of an autumn night. In the distance, skyscrapers cut through the haze, but up here, the air feels clearer.
Owen and his daughter, Harper, sit side by side. She’s five, curious, stubborn, and endlessly fascinated by the stars. Tonight she begged to look for aliens and spaceships.
So Owen does what he knows best, he talks. He tells her about constellations from the old books he loved as a child.
Growing up in the city, light pollution had swallowed the night sky most nights; real stars were something he only ever rarely could stare at. Now, seeing them shimmer above so bright feels like magic.
“There it is,” he says softly. “Cassiopeia.”
Harper’s eyes light up. She points, she laughs, she asks question after question! About aliens, planets, shooting stars, and Saturn (her favourite, for now). Every word makes Owen’s heart swell.
And for a fleeting second, he feels something strange. Almost familiar.
Like he’s five years old again, sitting beside his mother... though that never happened. He never had that night, that sky. The memory isn’t real.
But through Harper, it feels like it could have been.
He exhales, a quiet smile crossing his face now. The feeling settles deep in his chest, gentle and whole.
A memory that never existed, finally made a little more real.
A moment of peace in a world that forgot how to stop and look up.
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Hello, I am Ari and I do digital
and traditional art
Buy me a kofi:
https://ko-fi.com/ariakey
Check out my art
Nov 3, 2025
Even children have grown used to the rush, their minds tethered to glowing screens and endless information. The world moves too fast; no one pauses to breathe with the Earth anymore.
That’s why this moment matters most.
On the rooftop of a house far from the city’s chaos, two silhouettes share the cold breath of an autumn night. In the distance, skyscrapers cut through the haze, but up here, the air feels clearer.
Owen and his daughter, Harper, sit side by side. She’s five, curious, stubborn, and endlessly fascinated by the stars. Tonight she begged to look for aliens and spaceships.
So Owen does what he knows best, he talks. He tells her about constellations from the old books he loved as a child.
Growing up in the city, light pollution had swallowed the night sky most nights; real stars were something he only ever rarely could stare at. Now, seeing them shimmer above so bright feels like magic.
“There it is,” he says softly. “Cassiopeia.”
Harper’s eyes light up. She points, she laughs, she asks question after question! About aliens, planets, shooting stars, and Saturn (her favourite, for now). Every word makes Owen’s heart swell.
And for a fleeting second, he feels something strange. Almost familiar.
Like he’s five years old again, sitting beside his mother... though that never happened. He never had that night, that sky. The memory isn’t real.
But through Harper, it feels like it could have been.
He exhales, a quiet smile crossing his face now. The feeling settles deep in his chest, gentle and whole.
A memory that never existed, finally made a little more real.
A moment of peace in a world that forgot how to stop and look up.
--------------♡◇♧♡◇♧♡
Hello, I am Ari and I do digital
and traditional art
Buy me a kofi:
https://ko-fi.com/ariakey
Check out my art
Nov 3, 2025#comic
#ariakey
#thenagas
#ocs
#illustration
Comments
This one is my personal favorite and personal number one!! The story and comic flow are dang near flawless <3 I love the creative use of bubbles and colors; so cozy 
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•What a lovely still moment! <3 I think it turned out great and I love the use of color with the blues and greens!
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La tua è entrata è stupenda 
il significato è bellissimo.. il primo paragrafo della tua spiegazione mi ha colpita molto, è una cosa a cui penso spesso. Buona fortuna! 
il significato è bellissimo.. il primo paragrafo della tua spiegazione mi ha colpita molto, è una cosa a cui penso spesso. Buona fortuna! •
•i said it on tumblr and i'll say it again-- DO YOU WANT TO MAKE ME CRY 
i'm holding them gently
i'm holding them gently •
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this scene is so sweet I really love the color palette, and also Owen looks really cool in this style!!
I really love the color palette, and also Owen looks really cool in this style!!•
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I hope you enjoy this! It took me several days to make and I am really really happy about how it turned out I'll add my other social links under here!
I'll add my other social links under here!•
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