Pronounced jem-uh-nee, Jemini emerges like a secret whispered between twin pillars of moonlight and cherry blossoms, a unisex name that straddles the liminal passage between myth and melody. Though its precise genesis shimmers with the enigma of a Kyoto dawn—half-lost in palace archives, half-forged by starlight—the name hints at the constellation Gemini reimagined as a genie of the gem, inviting visions of boundless creativity, poised duality, and quiet power. In the hush of a bamboo grove, one can almost hear its flowing syllables carried upon a haiku of wind and water, bearing an unspoken promise of harmony that bridges east and west. Rare yet resonant, Jemini glides through modern Japanese gardens and Western starlit skies alike, unbound by gender and unfazed by the spotlight—it never demands center stage, content to let its own stardust speak volumes.