Every chart hides a name.

The soul of one figure, the spirit of another, in service to a third. Your epithet is cast from your real sky — Sun, Moon and rising, specialised by the geometry around them. Not a quiz. Not a template. A sentence that has never been written for anyone else.

Every cast is also measured against 200,000 computed skies for its rarest thread. The rarest the engine can award — a 6-planet stellium in cancer, about 1 in 66,667 — has never yet walked in.

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