"From the overgrown lights, to the drawings on the pavement.
From the graffiti on the walls, to the toys in the street.
Everything used to be so beautiful.
So meaningful.
It's all a dream now.
Nothing but a haunting memory."
From the graffiti on the walls, to the toys in the street.
Everything used to be so beautiful.
So meaningful.
It's all a dream now.
Nothing but a haunting memory."
It started out as a quick sketch, honestly. But, while helping a friend and doing a million other things, I kept adding bits of detail. Then it turned into this. A sort of memory of Draca's past, the happy part of her past. She's not one to actually dwell on the past like that, but I've drawn her so dominant and dark lately that I felt it was time for a change. I'm not too sure if I'm really content with the result, but the oekaki is not my friend.




