In the delicate geometry of syllables, Tiffiney unfurls like a moonlit wisteria beneath a Kyoto sky, a modern twist on the ancient Greek name Theophania—“divine appearance”—first whispered in the hushed ceremonies of Epiphany and now reborn in English as TIFF-uh-nee. Bearing the chilly luminosity of a polished gemstone, it conjures visions of dawn’s silvery mist drifting over a koi pond edged with moss-carpeted stones, its rarity in late 20th-century American birth charts lending the name the serene distinction of a lone crane gliding above still waters. She who carries this name balances ancestral reverence with individual grace, embodying both the steadfast clarity of crystal and the subtle impermanence revered in wabi-sabi, a silent nod to the beauty of fleeting moments. And though statisticians might chuckle at its gentle descent from the top ranks, a Tiffiney knows that authentic brilliance needs no multitude to glimmer.