They say the dolphin does not swim to escape — she dances to belong.
She comes when sorrow weighs heavy on the tide, when silence thickens beneath endless skies.
Her leaps do not defy the sea — they stitch joy into its aching blue.
She does not fear the depths.
She sings within them, teaching us that even where light fades, laughter can be a lantern.
The elders say she carries the forgotten songs,
reminding us that healing is not always solemn — sometimes, it is found in shared breath and playful hearts.
Her skin glistens with the stories of journeys both long and tender.
Her voice is not lonely — it calls to others, weaving bonds where emptiness once lingered.
She never stays alone. The keeper of connection swims in circles that always welcome.
where she dances, grief softens, and souls remember —
sometimes, healing is remembering how to play again.
They call her Selayú — The One Who Sings Joy Back to the Deep.
