05/12/2025
Long before anyone believed in visions, there was a quiet artist who claimed that the future spoke through reflections. Every morning, before touching pencil to paper, he stared into a mirror searching for fragments of things not yet born.
One night, while working alone, the artist felt a strange heaviness in the air—thick, tense, almost electric. His hand trembled, and when he lifted his face toward the mirror, he saw something impossible:
a towering explosion rising above a distant city… inside their own eye.
The city in the vision was not one he recognized. It was clean, modern, alive. Yet within the pupil, it was being swallowed whole by a blooming cloud of fire. The eyelashes around the reflection seemed to tremble, as if his body could feel the screams of a place that did not yet exist.
A single tear slipped out—not from fear, but from overwhelming helplessness. The tear carried the weight of thousands of lives that had not yet lived their final moments. The artist tried to look away, but the image clung to his eye like a prophecy refusing to let go.
Symbols began appearing around his vision—circles, squares, triangles—floating like strange warnings. They were signs the artist had used in some of his work, but now they felt like language from another realm, telling them that everything in the universe was connected: choices, patterns, disasters, destinies.
The artist understood one thing clearly:
This was not a vision of destruction. It was a message asking to be painted.
So he drew exactly what he saw—the eye, the explosion, the tear, the silent city within the pupil. When the drawing was completed, the artist realized something profound:
This was not a warning of an inevitable future.
It was a reminder of how fragile tomorrow is.
A reminder that humanity always stands one decision away—from peace or from ruin.
The artwork became known as “The Eye That Saw Tomorrow,” because it held the truth that every human carries the future
Artist :By Emmanuel Mogga