Realism tattoo on a thigh showing a purple nebula, a cratered planet and two dark silhouetted figures walking across a grey surface.

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Nebula, planet and silhouetted figures on a thigh

Realism · Thigh · Mixed · Photo

A large tattoo wraps around the outer thigh and shows a deep space scene. Two dark silhouetted figures, one smaller and one taller, walk side by side across a grey, cratered surface toward a large planet, with a purple and pink nebula and scattered stars filling the sky. The shading is smooth and detailed, with soft gradients in the nebula and rendered texture on the ground and planet, and the colour is vivid against the dark figures.

Realism Thigh Nebula Planet Star Space Silhouette Figure Sky

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The dust keeps your footprints for a little while, long enough that you find yourself turning back to check them. Behind you the grey plain runs flat to the edge of the world. Mara holds your sleeve with one gloved fist, the way she has since the lander's last light went out, and the planet hangs over the ridge ahead like a lamp someone forgot to carry in, banded with rust and cream.

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She wanted to stop at the crater rim. She said so twice, in the flat voice she uses when she is frightened and wants you to think she is not. You told her the rim would still be there in the morning, which is a lie that works on children and sometimes on grown-ups too. Her breath fogs the visor and freezes in a thin white bloom, and she wipes it away with the back of her hand so she can keep looking at the light.

Your mother's station sits on the planet's dark edge, where the shadow of the ridge falls. She promised to leave one window lit, and the last message said she had kept her word. You have been carrying that promise for three days, folding it smaller each time you doubt it.

At the top of the rise Mara stops, lets go of your sleeve, and points. There it is: one yellow pinprick low on the curve of the world. Your shadow and hers stretch long across the grey, reaching toward it together, and for once neither of you has to be the one who leads.