Black and grey pen drawing of a yin yang symbol with a rayed sun, crescent moon, swirling clouds and waves, presented as a tattoo design.

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Yin yang with sun and moon

Black and grey · Flash

A circular yin yang symbol divided into a dark hatched half and a light half, with a rayed sun on the light side and a crescent moon with curled clouds on the dark side. Fine cross-hatching and stippled shading build the tones, and the wave motifs at the lower right balance the composition.

Yin yang Sun Crescent moon Cloud Wave

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, sit down, and mind the rhubarb. No, the moon won't mind you there, she only shies at daylight. Now, you want the story of the pond at Hollin Court? Then listen. The sun and the moon kept that garden between them, the sun taking the bright side where the glasshouse stood and the moon taking the shade under the yews. They were civil enough until the summer the pond went low, and each claimed the water was his by right.

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The sun, being the sun, rose early and stared at the surface until it steamed. The moon, being patient, sent her clouds down the hedge rows, curled and combed like the fleece on a Sunday ram, and they rained softly on the lilies all night. Each morning the pond was a little fuller and a little cooler, and each afternoon the sun scowled and threw his rays down harder, spikes of gold on every ripple. Neither would give an inch, so the pond sulked and grew weeds.

Then a girl called Ada, who had been set to weed that bed and had no time for the pair of them, knelt at the edge one evening and said plainly that the water was not theirs to fight over, it was the fish's. The sun laughed, the moon blushed silver, and the two of them agreed, for once, to take turns. They still do. Go and look at the water at the bottom of the garden: where the light meets the dark the little waves come in, and nobody has seen that pond boil or freeze since.