Ekko unfurls like a hymn of sound carried on a warm breeze, a unisex name born from the ancient Greek ēkhō—“echo”—and reborn through Latin and romance tongues as the very heartbeat of reverberation; with its spirited “K” it shatters convention and beckons the imagination toward marble colonnades in forgotten amphitheaters or the humming neon streets of a modern ciudad. Evoking the mythic nymph whose voice lingered in cave walls and the daring time-shifter of contemporary lore, Ekko carries associations of memory, play, and the gentle persistence of one’s own voice across generations. Pronounced EK-oh, it embodies both the soft caress of a whispered secret and the triumphant crescendo of laughter bouncing off ancient pillars. Parents across the Americas—nine little Ekko arrivals in 2024 alone—have embraced its lyrical strength, as if bestowing upon their child the power to echo endlessly through time (or at least rewind bedtime with mischievous delight).