Black and grey blackwork and dotwork tattoo of a city skyline, mountains, conifer trees and a geodesic dome across the shoulder and upper back.

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Cityscape with mountains and geodesic dome on a shoulder

Blackwork · Shoulder · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows a city scene with snow-capped mountains at the top, conifer trees on the left, and a large geodesic dome beside a row of houses and tall skyscrapers on the right. Fine black linework defines the buildings and ground, with stippled dotwork and hatching used for shading and texture. The design is in black and grey, spreads across the shoulder blade and upper back, and is shown in a close photograph with a detail crop along the bottom.

Blackwork Dotwork Shoulder Back Mountain Tree Conifer Skyscraper House Tower Landscape Triangle

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The third panel came down during the morning count, the way the old ones always did, without a sound until it hit the scree below the dome's northern shoulder. Imre Savi watched it skid and stop against a row of rust-coloured rocks, then pulled her hood up and went down the service ladder to fetch it.

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Nobody in Lowmoor Reach remembered why the dome had been raised over the valley. The grandparents said it kept the weather off the allotments, and the schoolbooks said it had been built to hold the air in after the long brownout, but the mountains above it had stayed exactly where they were, snow on their shoulders, looking down at a city that had shrunk to fit under glass. Imre liked the mountains better than the books. They didn't need explaining.

The triangle was lighter than it looked, a shard of pale resin with a seam of grey wire through its middle. She turned it over and found a scratched mark on the back, a tower with a spire, and beneath it a date she didn't recognise. Across the valley the glass blocks on the old office ground caught the low sun, and somebody was already shouting for the cherry-picker.

She climbed back up with the panel under one arm and set it on the bench beside the others, eleven in a neat row, and a twelfth she had carried up from the first fall, which her mother had kept in a biscuit tin. She laid it in the gap and pressed until the wire clicked. For a moment the dome was whole again over the houses, its shadows falling across the roofs like the lines of a map nobody had finished drawing.