Indeed, the night sky is a library of myths, each star a footnote in an epic written long before our first breaths. Orion, the hunter, is perhaps the most celebrated of these librarians. His bright belt and the stars that form his spear and shield tell a tale that spans from the Bronze Age to the age of rockets. When I look up, I see not just a grouping of points of light, but a narrative that has been passed down in temple hymns, in the lullabies of shepherds, and in the scrolls of forgotten kings. The constellations whisper that we are, in some quiet way, part of an ongoing story—one that we are still writing, even as we read the ancient chronicles.