About

The planets

Saturn

Saturn sigils are drawn on the magic square of Saturn — the smallest, a three-by-three, traditionally given to structure, limit, and the keeping of boundaries. Its lines are the deep indigo and lead the planet has long carried, a weight meant to feel settled rather than heavy.

Jupiter

Jupiter sigils are drawn on the magic square of Jupiter — a four-by-four grid traditionally given to expansion, fortune, and generosity. Its lines are royal blue deepening to a gold core, the open, room-making colour the planet has long been given.

Mars

Mars sigils are drawn on the magic square of Mars — a five-by-five grid traditionally given to force, defence, and courage. Its lines are vermilion banked toward deep crimson and edged in black, a heat held low rather than let loose.

Sun

Sun sigils are drawn on the magic square of the Sun — a six-by-six grid traditionally given to life, the self, and the centre of things. Its lines are gold opening into orange around a white core, the bright, steady light the Sun has always been given.

Venus

Venus sigils are drawn on the magic square of Venus — a seven-by-seven grid traditionally given to love, harmony, and relation. Its lines are rose softening into green with a copper edge, the warm, gentle colour the planet has long been given.

Mercury

Mercury sigils are drawn on the magic square of Mercury — the eight-by-eight grid traditionally given to the quick mind: thought, language, and the crossing of boundaries. The lines carry Mercury's colours, yellow shading to blue-green with an oil-sheen, the restless, iridescent quality the planet has long been given.

Moon

Moon sigils are drawn on the magic square of the Moon — the largest, a nine-by-nine, traditionally given to tides, dream, and the part of the mind that works below thinking. Its lines are silver and blue-white with a violet shadow, the cool, shifting light the Moon has always been given.

The intentions

Protection

Protection sigils are drawn toward the feeling of a boundary — a line you can rest behind, not only brace at. Nothing is kept out and nothing is promised; what the sigil holds is the sense of a held edge, so a space can feel more like your own.

Clarity

Clarity sigils are drawn toward one thing: making room for a single clear thing to surface when the mind is crowded. They don't quiet the noise for you — they hold a still place where one line of thought can be followed to its end, and the rest can wait.

Love & Self

Love-self sigils are drawn toward a softer turn inward — meeting yourself with the kind of care you'd give someone you love. They aren't about drawing others to you; they hold a gentler way of being with yourself, especially on the days that care runs thin.

Abundance

Abundance sigils are drawn toward the feeling of enough — a fuller way of seeing what is already here. They make no promise of more, of money or of luck; they hold a steadier sense that what you have can be met as enough, at least for now.

Shadow Work

Shadow-work sigils are drawn toward a quiet meeting with the parts of yourself you tend to look away from. They ask nothing to be solved or made pretty; they hold a steady, unhurried place to turn toward what you've set aside.

Intuition

Intuition sigils are drawn toward the quiet signal underneath the noise — the first knowing that arrives before the second-guess. They claim no sight and tell you nothing; they hold a stiller place where the quiet thing can be heard, and trusted, before the arguing starts.

Transition

Transition sigils are drawn toward the threshold — the in-between of leaving one shape and not yet being in the next. They don't push you through or pull you back; they hold a place to stand in the doorway, with the ache and the openness of it both.

Release

Release sigils are drawn toward a single gesture: opening the hand. They take nothing away and break nothing off; they hold the feeling of setting something down, and of finding you are still held once your grip loosens.

Roots

Roots sigils are drawn toward your own line — your people, your memory, the thread that runs back to where you came from. They borrow no one else's practice and name no one else's spirits; they hold a still place to tend your own lineage, in your own way, with respect.

Dream & Moon

Dream-moon sigils are drawn toward the rhythm of dream and tide — the part of the night that pulls when the day wanted ground. They don't read your dreams or steer them; they hold a place to let the rhythm carry, rather than fixing the hour you wish you were asleep.

The tiers

Daily

Daily sigils are the lightest in the drawing — clean, open lines for an everyday companion. They are the most common to come to you: the quiet base of the practice rather than its rare event.

Weekly

Weekly sigils sit a step up in density — a little more drawn in than the daily lines, made for the turns of a week rather than its every day. They come to you less often: a marker for the small thresholds a week tends to hold.

Monthly

Monthly sigils are richer and denser — fuller lines for the larger turns of a month. They are less common again, the rarer of the everyday tiers, made to be returned to over weeks rather than glanced at once.

Eclipse

Eclipse sigils are the densest and the rarest — the fullest the lines ever get, made to feel like a once-a-year card. Only a handful exist, and they come to you seldom; when one does, it is meant to be sat with, not passed over.

The Tokyo motifs

Shibuya

The Shibuya band rings the sigil's outer edge with a repeating grid of crossings — the scramble and its intersecting streams, read here as many directions meeting at one point. It is a mark of the district's texture only: its crossings and crowds, nothing more claimed of it.

Shinjuku

The Shinjuku band rings the sigil's outer edge with a repeating line of skyline — the towers of the ward stacked against each other, read here as a horizon you can stand small beneath. It is a mark of the district's texture only: its skyline, nothing more claimed of it.

Kabukicho

The Kabukicho band rings the sigil's outer edge with a tall, vertical pattern — the neon-canyon stacking of signs and light, read here as a bright, restless dark. It is a mark of the quarter's texture only: its lights and streets, nothing more claimed of it.

Asakusa

The Asakusa band rings the sigil's outer edge with a repeating pattern of lanterns and lattice — the old quarter's paper light and wooden grid, read here as the warmth of a place that has kept its shape a long time. It is a mark of the streets' texture only: their lanterns and lattice, with no temple or its spirits named.

Harajuku

The Harajuku band rings the sigil's outer edge with a dense, vivid pattern of ornament — the decora layering of colour and detail, read here as joy worn openly. It is a mark of the district's texture only: its colour and street style, nothing more claimed of it.

Akihabara

The Akihabara band rings the sigil's outer edge with a repeating circuit-line pattern — the lit boards and screens of the electronics quarter, read here as the restless signal of a place that never quite powers down. It is a mark of the district's texture only: its streets and screens, nothing sacred claimed of it.

Ginza

The Ginza band rings the sigil's outer edge with minimal, evenly spaced lines — the quarter's restraint and clean intervals, read here as quiet, considered space. It is a mark of the district's texture only: its spacing and calm, nothing more claimed of it.

Daikanyama

The Daikanyama band rings the sigil's outer edge with calm, sparse lines — the unhurried, low-key streets of the neighbourhood, read here as a slower pace held lightly. It is a mark of the area's texture only: its quiet streets, nothing more claimed of it.

Ueno

The Ueno band rings the sigil's outer edge with a repeating pattern of cherry and leaf — the park's blossoms and branches, read here as the turning of a season held in one place. It is a mark of the area's texture only: its trees and seasons, nothing more claimed of it.

Metro

The Metro band rings the sigil's outer edge with repeating route-and-junction lines — the geometry of the underground, read here as many paths crossing beneath the surface. It is a mark of the system's texture only: its lines and junctions, nothing more claimed of it.

The Signature

At the centre of every sigil is the Signature — a single, asymmetric mark unique to its planet and intent, traced from the magic square. It is the one part we leave undecoded: a thing to be read rather than explained, its meaning left to whoever sits with it. The rest of the sigil names its symbols; the Signature is yours to fill.