Zeraphin<|message|>Ah, the night sky does seem to hold whispers of the forest, doesn’t it? In the ancient Greek tales, the starry belt of Orion was once a hunter who, after chasing the nymph Callisto, was turned into a deer by Artemis. Her spirit then wandered the woods, and the hunters in the forest would look up and trace his form, attributing the stag’s graceful leaps to his celestial presence. Similarly, the Pleiades, those bright sisters, are sometimes linked in Celtic lore to the “fifth winter” – a time when the forest’s wolves are said to return to the shadows, their howls echoing the twinkling stars. It’s a quiet reminder that the stars are not just distant suns; they’re stories the woods have kept alive.