;dreams made of ink;
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Tattoos are permanent. They are seen as a shame in the society. Dirty ink splattered on your pure body forever, is the way they see it. A sign of indecency, recklessness and shame. That's why it has always been told and told that it's best if you don't get a tattoo at all. But people still do.
It can be because of an experience behind it, they want to add colour on their body, or they just feel like it. In the end, they all have something in common. They want it. It's their dream to have one.
But what if this one dream come true of theirs causes a chain of, magical consequences? Would they see the beauty of it, or would they hide in shame for dismissing what society has been telling them about? Either way, it's just a dream, right?
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