Colour realism tattoo of green and purple northern lights and stars above black pine trees and snow-capped mountains, shown on a forearm in a three-panel photo.

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Northern lights over pine forest on a forearm

Realism · Forearm · Colour · Photo

The tattoo shows a night sky with bands of green, pink and purple aurora and scattered stars, above a row of dark pine trees and a pale mountain range. The aurora is built from soft, blended colour with fine speckled highlights, while the trees are rendered in solid black and grey with fine needle detail. The image is a three-panel composite of the same tattoo, with the arm filling the frame.

Realism Forearm Pine tree Mountain Star Forest Night sky

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Brother Anselm kept the lamp on the north wall because the abbot had once told him the dead of the valley could find their way home by it. He did not believe the abbot, but he kept the lamp lit anyway, and that was how he came to be standing in the snow at three in the morning when the sky began to move.

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It started as a green thread above the pines, thin as wool pulled from a spindle. Then the thread widened into a ribbon, and the ribbon folded over itself, and pink crept up from its underside like a blush through skin. Anselm dropped his beads. Below him the forest stood black and silent, each spruce spiked against the light, and beyond them the mountains had turned the colour of cold ash rose.

The novice Tomas came running with his habit half-buttoned, shouting that the Devil was painting the sky for a wedding. Anselm told him to hush. Tomas hushed, then stood beside him and wept without any noise, which Anselm thought was the more honest way.

They watched until the lights thinned to a few stars scattered like salt on a board. In the morning the abbot asked what they had seen, and Anselm said only that the lamp had been unnecessary for once. The abbot laughed and asked for the bread. Anselm went out to the north wall anyway the next night, and the night after, and never once did he see the sky repeat itself, which he came to think was the whole point.