Alastor, woven from the ancient Greek root ἀλάστωρ meaning “avenger,” floats across the lips like pale moonlight drifting through a bamboo grove at dusk, its syllables resonant with a solemn, unspoken vow. In classical myth, Alastor stands as the spectral herald of retribution, moving with the unerring stillness of a Noh mask’s gaze, while in Romantic verse—most famously in Shelley’s luminous ode—it becomes the spirit of solitude, spiraling through the hidden recesses of the heart. This masculine name marries the restrained elegance of an embroidered kimono with the quiet force of a katana’s edge under starlight, inviting its bearer to embody paradox: serene yet formidable, distant yet enduringly intimate. As rare as a solitary crane gliding above mist-laden rice terraces, Alastor endures—a cool, evocative charm for a boy destined to carve his own legend.