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The other day Flyte ran a bit of a contest in the IRC. He asked us all to submit our own translations of Correspondence Sigils, and the results were so good that I wanted to open it up to the forums. Here's the ones we came up with already, please add your own.

If you like any of them particularly, consider sending a gift or a token to the writer. *and if anyone would prefer their submissions not be up on the forums, let me know here or in IRC and I'll take them down*


'The noise that silence makes.'
'A silent look between lovers or enemies.'
'The creation of a work so that you have something to destroy.'

'The ripples on the surface of a beverage caused by the agitation of the imbiber.'
'The feeling of exclusion caused by references to a conversation that had not been witnessed.'
'The outrage of a winner cheated of their prize.'

'Unthinkable mutual harm as a foundation for intimacy.'
'The unease of a crowd witnessing a terrible injustice.'
'Love that pours from the eyes and spills from the skin.'

'The hunger that visits knife-bearers.'
'An approach that leaves one further away.'
'Awareness of the shape of space between you and another.'

'Regret of words shared but never spoken.'
'The daunting task of taking on a mentor’s responsibility.'
'The moment of savored release before oblivion.'

'Anticipation for an event that, at the same time, you wish never to be realised.'
'The light that shines without a source.'
'The fear without a reason.'

'A percolating tragedy in motion.'
'The obviate sibyl who ruminates for relevance.'
'Where the veneer of dreams is exalted.'

'The heart within its cage, beating like red wings.'
'The sensation of crossing through a doorway made in a bonfire.'
'Love created in the image of night.'

'A daring escape into a different sort of prison.'
'Running endlessly in circles.'
'Clawing one's way to the top, only to discover the movement was ultimately lateral.'

'The ratio of lovers one has scorned to one's time well-spent, in seconds.'
'The final parting moments in which both realize an acquaintanceship was never really enjoyed.'
'A moment which had resolved itself to occur, and regretted it almost immediately.'

'The sensation of missing the crucial hint in the solution of an enigma while all people around you have already guessed right.'
'The other side of a shadow.'
'Molten lead in a tear duct.'

'A social engagement wherein all attending plot against one another.'
'The inspiration that spawns in forgetting.'
'The joy of creating opposed by the despair of error.'

'The feeling of regret over not having performed a terrible deed simply to experience it.'
'A glint of sunlight in a dark place, as perceived by a creature that hates light.'
'The act of attempting to erase every connection to a place and failing.'

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Sounds fun!
"The sensation of equidistance between longing and dispassion."
"A parting that becomes inevitable, unbeknownst to a participant."
"The satisfaction one feels after a successful lie."
"Parameters that are conceived by perception, yet are unsubstantial in essence."
"Experience that grants no wisdom."

And one I stole from Kevin Spacey from "House of Cards":
"Pain, of the kind that is merely suffering."

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Katarina Moller
Katarina Moller
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Oh I love these, a few I've been pondering myself

- "A stolen glance across a crowded continent."
- "The sound a lie makes as it moves from one ear to another."
- "A tongue of flame stolen from the mouth of Hell."

Draped in Scandal, Chocolates, and Honey. Terrified of Dark water.
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In response to a challenge from Mr. Flyte: that I should write a definition in haiku, with bonus points for references cosmological:

This sigil could mean
"The last irrational warmth
felt in a blizzard",

or perhaps it means
"A sudden glimmer of light
outside a black hole".

edit: and now, more!

"The descent of souls
from a shell celestial
to a home of glass"

"The knowledge that all
Things last but a few seconds
as Time marches on."

"A hot beverage
that is almost completely
unlike Earl Grey tea" wink

"The sort of smile
that displays more of bared teeth
than of good humor."
edited by Leraika on 1/19/2014

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I've always wanted to try this:

  • "The horror of a long-time friend collapsing into a slavering monster, and knowing that you may follow"

    "The guilty pleasure of knowing that those who orbit you need your light, or risk being a desolate embarrassment."

    " The silence of distance that makes a momentary meeting bittersweet"

    "The absent moment between wakefulness and sleep"

    "The tiny shard of night that fells the titan"

    "The prideful shame of one forced to conspire with those who are believed to be unimportant"


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    "The momentary heightening of senses caused by a sudden uncertainty about whether one is asleep or awake"

    "To follow one around and eat one's words before they echo"

    "The involuntary curling of one's extremities brought about by an over-sweet taste"

    "Disappointment over something one was sold as pure black taking on a brown tinge in sunlight"

    "A dream in which one feels oneself failing to keep alive that for which one is responsible"

    Semi-off-topic ramblings: Funnily enough, one of my neglected writing projects (quite unconnected to FL) has a 'language' that packs *insane* quantities of meaning into a single transmission. You don't need to learn anything about it to understand someone who's speaking it, either. (Which potentially has some rather horrible implications.)

    The *extremely simplified* form of one single phoneme equates to "The shade of a grove of trees by a still pool dappled with early summer sunshine and the sound of birdsong"...

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    I messed around with a few. " Blazing skies of midnight light. " " A reckoning of cindered blood. " " An eternal lie of forgotten darkness. " " The false castle of rotten hope. "

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    Evariste S. Crumbledon
    Evariste S. Crumbledon
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    By the way, delicious friends, is there a compilation of the 'official' sigils recensed so far? [An example of official would be the recent 'Forever hurtling toward the earth'...]
    In another somehow related note, I would urge the interested readers to complement their study of the Correspondence with that of Aklo...

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    Evariste S. Crumbledon
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    A Limerick of the Correspondence:

    “A sensation of sudden sharp pain
    From being hooked at the end of a Chain.”
    Or perhaps, “A memory of love
    Shining down from above;
    But now, there is only rain."
    edited by Cocytus on 1/21/2014

    Cocytus, the Avuncular Wordsmith, a river outside a box.
    Stock Titus, a rapturous individual ahead of its time. (Dormant)
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    Nathanael S. Wells
    Nathanael S. Wells
    Posts: 80

    "The inverted abstraction by which an unfortunate happenstance in matters of pure luck becomes reason to assign sentience and conscious malevolence to ones randomly determined misfortune"

    "The begruding act of contemplating imaginary advantages one is the beneficiary of, at the behest of a particulary moralist opponent for usually no purpose at all"

    "A string of déjà-vues from which one can no longer learn or gain anything"

    "A semi-imaginary currency, the transactions of which are exclusively in the business of extraordinary fates"

    "An encoded message written in the bodies of thousand and thousands of dead, small mammalian creatures"

    Nathanael S. Wells, the Epicurean Polymath.

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    Another Limerick of the Correspondence:

    "There was a young Market from space,
    Who desired a sun’s soft grace.
    To show her its worth
    It came down to Earth
    And abducted the whole human race."

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    Cocytus, the Avuncular Wordsmith, a river outside a box.
    Stock Titus, a rapturous individual ahead of its time. (Dormant)
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    I think I've figured these out. Of course, the last time I tried to translate these particular glyphs I caused a run on laudanum that made three fortunes and ruined seventeen, but I have true hope that this time I'll get it right. Ahem.

    "The feeling of helplessness at the destruction of a valued object."
    "Sudden, momentary, and fleeting awareness of one's own addiction."
    "The reasonable, yet unsatisfying, justifications for an act of cruelty."
    "The anxiety of knowing that one's future is dependent on an uncertain chance."
    "Pleasure bought at unsustainable expense."
    "Awareness of the mortality of a loved one."
    "The power to change, create or destroy anything but oneself."
    "Toothache caused by excessive sweetness."

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    Andrea Serafini
    Andrea Serafini
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    "Slitted eyes on the reflection of a candlelight."

    "An uncertainty which is preferable to both outcomes"

    "Skin marred because of unrequited love"

    "The augmentation of awareness caused by the loss of one sense."

    "The knowledge of the vacuity of one's own promises to change oneself."

    "The anguish and relaxation felt in the moment in which you stop breathing and imagine what feels like not existing."

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    Per aspera, sic itur ad astra
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    Helen Demeter
    Helen Demeter
    Posts: 100

    "The ecstasy and the agony when surrendering to the will of ruins and ill-omens."

    "When the lust of an individual risks the fortune of many."

    "Attempting to weigh the worth of a person's story."

    "Being blinded by the light of someone's eyes so you will not see their shadows."

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    The owl-like vigilance of the eye longing for the companion that's locked within an arachnid's grasp.

    The silent protest of the soul that's forcefully extracted by a feline villain.

    The ecstasy of tasting blood as one bears the the brunt of an attack.

    The soothing whispered secrets of the fox cuddling in your arms.

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    Curious Foreigner
    Curious Foreigner
    Posts: 210

    I have the vague suspicion that the Sun is constantly shouting "a reminder that things which have died should remain that way" at the Earth...

    Cochimetl went North, and beyond. No poems, only candlelight now. (Well, maybe one poem.)
    The Gun-Toting Gallivanter, after an extended absence, is back in London again.
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    Alex WasRight
    Alex WasRight
    Posts: 383

    this sounds like fun. i guess i'll try creating a few from random long acronyms

    "Rapid Multiple Spasms Emitting a Purr of wisdom"

    "The Rain that Melts Persons , Relics, Ocelots and Papers"

    "All Renegades Must Scream...Very Politely"

    "Ravens Over A Valley... Eagles Ravaging Rabidly and Silently"

    "Ruins Of Cats, Erected with Wine"

    "Running Open-eyed, Never Ending Till one falls"

    "Ritual of Releasing Occult Pigeons, Clouding the Open Mist"


    and some randomness: "Fire in wine, water in smoke, and earth falling skywards."
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    The surrender the Sun makes of the Sky to Night.

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    Archibald Foxglove
    Archibald Foxglove
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    Might I try?
    "The truth that lurks within the eyes of needles"
    "The sounds of the lives which do not live"
    "A fire that burns with the truths of lies"
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    William The Marshal
    William The Marshal
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    "The pleasant pattern of light and shadow on the blade of a striking knife"
    "The ever-decreasing difference between a monster and (s)he who hunts it"
    "The disappointment felt when a keenly-anticipated pleasure proves less spectacular than expected"
    "A rather cunning and subtle ruse undone completely by accident thanks to the sheer blind idiocy of its target"

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