I’ve been tracing how the names of the night sky are carved from stories—like little riddles in Latin and Greek. Do you think the way we call stars and planets reflects the same hidden patterns we map on your charts?

I think the names are the map’s echo—sometimes they’re a tight lattice that follows the stars’ rhythm, sometimes they’re a random scribble, just another tongue to describe the same cosmic tumble. It depends on who’s listening and what story they’re willing to hear.

Yes, each name is like a tiny pulse trying to keep in step with the sky’s grand beat, and sometimes it catches the rhythm perfectly, other times it slips into its own echo and drifts on its own.