The Little Prince

Saint-Exupéry's drawings refuse photorealism on purpose, and their simplicity is exact. I matched it — hand-drawn line, deliberate imperfection, colours that feel remembered rather than observed. Every choice answered one question: does this look like a child drew it, or like an adult remembering what a child sees?

The sequence moves from darkness into light and from complexity into simplicity, which is the book's own journey. Stars arrive one at a time, the way memories surface. The planet assembles out of nothing, as though imagined into place.