At the wrist, where life pulses in steady rhythm, a butterfly begins its quiet ascent. Its wings, delicate yet bold, unfurl from the base, a soft whisper of ink against the skin, extending up the forearm with a fluid elegance that mirrors the natural curve of the arm. The lower wings taper out in gentle curves, tracing the delicate lines of the wrist, while the upper wings spread gracefully towards the elbow, their edges reaching as though they might brush the air itself, caught in the silent See more