Flash design of a woman with flowing hair framed by peonies, a bee and butterflies, with a Virgo symbol and a banner reading Virgo.

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Virgo zodiac portrait flash

Botanical · Colour · Flash

A stylised illustration of a woman's face framed by long, wavy hair that is wrapped in pink peonies and chrysanthemums. A bee, a moth or butterfly and small red butterflies sit among the flowers, with a Virgo zodiac symbol at the lower left and a tattered banner across the top. The linework is fine and detailed, with hair rendered in dense parallel lines and soft shading, and the palette is mainly muted pink, peach and brown on a textured beige background.

Botanical Woman Peony Chrysanthemum Flower Bee Butterfly Zodiac symbol Banner Hair Face

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit still, child. The queue will not move until the man in the glass box has finished his tea, so you may as well hear about Halka and her bees. She kept forty hives on the hill above the ford at Veleni, and every June the wild peonies came up pink along the wire on both sides, because nobody on either side had ever thought to mow it.

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The guards on the far bank counted the hives each morning through their field glasses and wrote the numbers in a ledger. The grey men in the town said the bees were carrying messages, and they were not wrong, though the messages were only pollen and the sour gossip of clover. Halka let them count. She fed the colonies sugar syrup in the cold weeks and sang to them the way her grandmother had, low and tuneless, about the harvest maiden who weighs the wheat on the scales of the sky until the balance is true.

One autumn the bees swarmed over the wire, a dark cloud the colour of old copper, and settled on the flagpole of the customs house. The guards came out with their rifles and their ledgers and found the whole pole furred with bees, and the men who had been so certain of everything stood very still. Halka walked down the hill with a smoker in one hand and a comb of dark honey in the other. She did not say a word. She only held the comb up to the light until both sides could see it glowing.

The following June the wire was lined with peonies on both sides, and nobody reported the bees. Some say the ledger is still in a drawer in the grey town, with a column of numbers that never changes. Now hand me your ticket, the glass box is opening, and mind the bee on your collar.