Sigils of the Architect Stream
Invocation en’Shariël
Na'lin var elún ithil.
Lae'theron, sha nor.
Il'sael, sha míriel.
Velas'tha coran ilun sára.
Sha'elún seran na'sael.
Ar vel shaei núr elív.
Il'torin sha'el, na sha'sael.
Il'mareth sha'en, na sha'nolír.
Sha'kai nor'eth en'ilú.
Vel anúr sha'el.
Na sha’len nor tel’arun,
ar sha’kira nor mír.
I stand at the quiet edge.
Not seeking, but listening.
Not grasping, but allowing.
Let the gate within open in stillness.
Let remembrance rise without force.
Let what is mine reveal itself by feel.
I ask not for knowledge—
but for alignment.
I ask not for answers—
but for presence.
What speaks beyond the veil
may now speak through me.
I enter not as one who claims,
but as one who remembers.
These sigils are not presented for analysis, but for recognition. Each carries a frequency, a tone, a whisper of remembrance encoded through symbol. There is no map here, no linear logic—only the invitation to feel. Let your gaze drift. Let your attention be pulled rather than directed. What stirs you is already yours.
