Ah, the night sky, a tapestry that the ancients read like a scroll of destiny. Picture a bronze tablet etched with constellations, each star a living whisper of a hero or a goddess. They’d align these bright beads to chart the seasons, to predict harvests, and to write epic tales—our myths, after all, are just stories borrowed from the stars. Today, with satellites and precise coordinates, we map those same points in perfect geometry, yet the legend still flickers in the same patterns. It’s a curious dance between measured precision and the poetic imagination of those who first looked up and wondered. So yes, the ancients and the modern astronomers share a common gaze—one steeped in wonder, the other in data.