Black dotwork tattoo on the forearm showing a traditional Japanese bathhouse building with a faceless masked spirit in front and a serpentine shape above.

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Bathhouse spirit dotwork tattoo on forearm

Dotwork · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows a traditional Japanese bathhouse with tiered roofs, lattice windows and a faceless white-masked spirit figure standing in the foreground, with a dark serpentine shape curling above the roof. The image is a diptych of two near-identical photos of the same tattoo. Solid black fills, fine lines and stippled dots create the shading, and the dotted texture fades out around the edges of the design, all in black and grey ink.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The bathhouse at Hanezawa had not taken a paying guest since the mountain road closed, so when the knock came at the back door in the first hard frost, Auntie Sumiko wiped her hands on her apron and told the boy to bar the lattice before the steam escaped. The figure outside wore a white mask as smooth as a rinsed egg and stood so still that snow had settled on its shoulders without melting.

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"Hot water costs wood," she said. "Wood costs coin." The stranger held out a bead of dark resin strung on a pine needle, and when she took it the resin was warm. The boy stared at the painted mouth, which did not move, yet every lantern along the eaves flickered as if someone had breathed on them.

Through the night the bathhouse filled with a sound like a river turning over in its bed. Sumiko scrubbed the cedar tubs, fed the stove and listened to the long shape that had been curling above the roof all evening slide down the eaves and into the steam. By morning the tubs were brimming with clear water, the stove was cold, and the stranger was gone, leaving a single black scale on the sill no larger than a plum stone.

The boy kept it in a tin for the rest of his life. Whenever the snow sealed the valley, he opened the tin and watched the scale catch the lamplight, and the water in the tubs was always hot before anyone thought to light the fire.