Selena

Somewhere, in an unknown corner of our planet, lives Selena. She appears at the edge of day — when the sun, like a weary actor, bows low to the horizon. Selena never hurries. She sits on the edge of an old chair and becomes still — not in waiting, but in presence. Far beneath, in the depth of the world ocean, a sound begins to rise. Not music as we know it, but something woven from tides, wind, and the breath of ancient stars. This is the music of the spheres. It cannot be recorded. It can only be heard by the heart. Selena listens. And for a moment, the world listens with her.