Black cursive script tattoo lettering design on a white background, reading 'Lose your mind.' above 'Find your soul.'

Two-line cursive script quote design

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Two lines of black cursive handwriting on a plain white background. The first line reads 'Lose your mind.' and the second reads 'Find your soul.', with flowing joined strokes and varied line weight. The design is drawn in solid black ink with no shading or colour, and the lines are centred with generous white space around them.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The steward of Harrowgate had been mad for three winters before anyone thought to ask him what he had lost. He sat on the north wall of the ruined keep and counted crows, and when the cook brought bread he would ask whether it had been baked yet or was only dough waiting to be someone else's. The priest said he was possessed. The miller's wife said he was simply tired of being clever.

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Then a woman came up the causeway with a sack of wool on her back and a grey dog that would not leave her heel. She had heard of the old well under the chapel floor, the one said to answer any question if you were willing to drop your own name down it. She knelt at the broken lip, and the steward, watching from the wall, saw her face go loose and strange, as if a lamp had been carried out of a room and left in another.

He went down the chapel stair with a lantern that night. He knelt where she had knelt and said his name into the dark. The dark took it. For a moment he was nobody, only warm weight and breath against cold stone. He came up shaking, and the crows had gone from the wall, and he could not remember why he had ever wanted to count them. He felt the ache in his knees instead, and the bread tasted of salt and of the morning.

The woman was gone from the causeway by then. The valley said she had walked into the river singing, and nobody believed the steward when he said she had only traded her wits for something better and gone off to enjoy them. Above the well, someone had scratched two lines into the stone with a nail. Beneath the chipped lettering the steward kept a bowl of water, and each morning he looked at it and saw his own face, which he had not troubled to look at in years.