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Nested triangles on a forearm
Geometric · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo
A forearm is shown in profile against a plain pale backdrop, with a hand extended to the left and several bangles and rings worn. The tattoo is a set of nested triangle outlines with thin, clean linework and no shading, placed on the outer part of the forearm toward the elbow. The image is in black and white, so the ink appears as dark grey and black against the skin.
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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction
Dear Imre,
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The inner ring is finally measured, and I am writing this at the chart table with the lamp turned low so the others can sleep. You will remember Grandmother's rule: a triangle is the only shape that cannot be pushed out of true without a sideways shove. That is why the old survey marks on Deck Nine are all triangles, nested one inside another like the rungs of a ladder folded in half. Nobody on the Halcyon has read them properly in three hundred years. They were taken for decoration.
Yesterday I took the callipers down to the bulkhead by the seed vaults and laid them along the edges. The outer triangle's long side is exactly the length of the corridor lamp housing, which is a coincidence Father would have called a message. Each smaller triangle, pointed the same way, sits a fixed distance inward, and the distance shrinks by the same ratio every time. I followed the ratio all the way to the smallest one, and its apex sits on the seam of the sealed hatch we were told as children was a storage locker.
I have not opened it. I have drawn it out on squared paper twice, once with the ratio and once without, and both times the apex lands on the same rivet. Whatever the first builders wanted us to find, they measured it in lines so fine you could only see them by standing very still in the dim corridor, the way you stand when you are waiting for someone to speak first.
Tomorrow I will ask the watch captain for the cutting torch. Keep the kettle on for me, and tell Mother I have not forgotten the sugar.
Love, Wren
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