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Gothic-style tattoo featuring a large gothic arch

新传统黑白色2025年3月20日
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Create a gothic-style tattoo featuring a large gothic arch. Inside the arch, a phoenix rises on the right, symbolizing victory. On the left, a dark spirit of depression fades away. Above the arch, a raven holds a scroll with '5095' written on it. Below the arch, write in bold Gothic font: 'Ich habe diesen Kampf gewonnen'. Add dates '05.01.2011' and '17.12.2024' below the phrase. Surround the arch with thorny roses. Use dark tones with red and gold accents.

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