Realistic grey planet with a dark starfield and faint red nebula haze, tattooed on the forearm.

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Planet in a starfield on a forearm

Realism · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A shaded grey planet sits at the centre of a dark, dissolving circle filled with small stars and faint pink and red cloud tones. The planet is rendered with soft realistic shading and a pale highlight, while the outer edges break into dripping black ink. The composition is centred on the forearm with the design fading into the surrounding skin.

Realism Forearm Planet Moon Star Space Nebula

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The gardener's wife had been pruning the quince for three days before she noticed the light coming over the wall was not the light of the sun. It was grey and even, the colour of pewter left out in the rain, and it lay across the cabbages like a dishcloth.

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Her husband, Tobias Hale, said it was only mist off the reservoir. He had said the same about the crows that stopped flying over the parish, and about the well that ran warm in February. He was a man who liked his explanations small enough to carry in one hand.

On the fourth morning the thing itself came up over the hedge, low and heavy, a ball of dull stone no bigger than a cartwheel, turning slowly with its face half lit. Its pale rim caught the sun while the rest of it stayed in shadow, and around its edge the dark was spattered with pinpricks, as if someone had flicked salt into the night. Smoke-red cloud drifted at its shoulder like breath on a cold window.

It came down into the onion bed and settled there without breaking a single leaf. The wife knelt, pressed her palm to its cool face, and said she would keep it. The quince fruited that autumn, small hard fruit with silver specks in the skin. Tobias ate one and still called it mist. Each night after, the moon climbed a hand's width higher over the hedge, and the wife, who had stopped pretending otherwise, left the gate open for it.