Black line drawing of a geometric design of interlocking triangles, circles and crescent moons, shown as a flash design with no body placement.

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Geometric line design with triangles and crescent moons

Geometric · Black and grey · Flash

A symmetrical black line drawing built from interlocking triangles, overlapping circles and two crescent moons, with a vertical axis running through the centre. The linework varies from fine hairlines to slightly heavier strokes, and the design is shown in black on a white background with no shading. It has no skin or body part visible and reads as a stencil or flash-style design.

Geometric Fine line Triangle Circle Crescent moon Line art Symmetry

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The surveyor came up the Mill Stair at midnight with his brass theodolite under one arm and a rolled sheet of vellum under the other, because the town had run dry for three weeks and the council wanted a line drawn to the water before morning. Nobody on Lantern Row had slept. Doors stood open, and children carried cups to the gutters and came back with nothing.

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Venn set his instrument on the parapet of the old tannery and sighted the two crescent moons, one low over the gasworks and one caught in the chimney of the bakehouse. The bakers had a rhyme for nights like this: sight the moons, cut the triangle, and what lies under the middle will rise to meet you. He had always thought it nonsense. He drew the triangles anyway, one inside another, then the circles, each pinned to a corner with the compass point, until the vellum looked like a net thrown over the roofs.

Where the vertical line ran through the centre he found a small ring no wider than a thumbnail, and in it nothing but the lamp on the tannery step. He laughed, and then he stopped, because that lamp had been lit all week and he had walked past it every morning. Every well in the city had been dug from the same ground he was standing on. Old Mr Holloway had walled up the spring himself, the year the mayor's grandfather wanted the yard for a stable.

He lifted the flagstone at the cross-mark, where the vertical line ended in its short stroke like a dropped plumb, and the cold came up to meet his hands. By dawn the water had reached the gutters of Lantern Row. The bakers said the moons had done it. Venn kept the vellum folded in his coat and never said otherwise.