Keyani glides across the tongue with the fluid grace of a gondola drifting beneath Venetian lanterns, its three-syllable melody—kee-YAH-nee—resonating with the ancient Persian kian, “royalty,” while its warm vowel ending evokes sunlit afternoons in olive groves. Though a fresh bloom in American birth announcements, this name is woven from threads of sovereign grandeur and Mediterranean ease, stitching the ancient majesty of marble palazzi to the boundless promise of tomorrow. Parents who whisper Keyani into the twilight air invite a legacy of regal poise and artisanal charm, as rich as hand-carved frescoes and as carefree as a gelato-stained laugh on a balmy Italian evening, all wrapped in one luminous syllable.