Kyro—pronounced KY-roh, like a sun-kissed cry racing across the horizon—traces its glimmering lineage to the ancient Greek “Kyros,” carried through Latin as “Cyrus,” a title once reserved for kings and translated poetically as “lord” or “radiant sun.” In the storyteller’s mind he stands on a marble balcony of long-fallen Persepolis, bronze helm catching dawn, yet he also roams modern streets with the easy rhythm of a name that feels both minimal and mighty. Parents have sensed that promise: from a mere handful of newborns in 2002 to well over four hundred in 2024, Kyro’s ascent resembles an aria that grows richer with every measure. It is a name of warmth and luminosity—equal parts desert sunrise and Roman torch—inviting the child who bears it to lead with quiet authority, to seek the light, and to leave footprints that glow in memory long after twilight settles.