Synopsis

The ink began to fade subtly, a gradual blurring at the edges of the design. Bunny noticed it first when examining the worn skin on their arm, a familiar pattern now softened, losing its sharp definition. A creeping unease settled within them as they traced the lines, realizing the tattoo was diminishing, the colors leaching into the flesh. It was a slow departure, a quiet fading, leaving behind only a ghost of the image once boldly inked.