Realistic mechanical eye tattoo with a blue iris, brass-style gears, screws and filigree detail, placed on the upper back.

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Mechanical eye with gears on the back

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A realistic eye sits at the centre of the design, with lashes along the upper lid and a clockwork mechanism behind it. Gears, screws and ornate filigree surround the eye, shaded in fine greys with highlights that give a metallic, three-dimensional look. A small area of blue ink in the iris is the only colour, and the design fills most of the frame against the skin of the upper back.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Teodra cut the eye from bronze the winter her father's own went milky after a spark from the furnace. She beat the lid thin as a leaf and pricked each lash by hand, then set a disc of blue glass for the iris and hid behind it the small wheels she had taken from the water clock in the temple yard. Nobody in Corrin had asked for it. Her father said a man with one good eye could still see a ship coming, so she should make something useful instead.

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The wheels needed winding every dawn, and Teodra did it with a bronze key on a cord around her neck. The gears behind the lid ticked against the glass and the iris turned slowly toward whatever was brightest. Fishermen learned to read it. When it looked west the weather was coming. When it pointed at the salt pans the tide would be high before noon. A merchant from the river towns offered forty drachmas for it, and Teodra laughed and said the eye had no price, only a winder.

In the autumn the eye turned hard toward the marsh and would not come back. Teodra went down at night with a lamp and found the causeway already under a finger of black water, and the boats of three families still out past the reef. She rang the bell until the village came with torches, and the men pulled the boats in by the light she held up to the eye, so that the blue glass caught it and sent it back across the water.

Her father lived another nine years. He never touched the eye, but each dawn he sat on the step and listened for the ticking while she wound it. When he died the wheels stopped at the hour he had been born, and the village buried him with the key in his hand, which is how they tell the story now.