Selia, a name of soft radiance bestowed upon a daughter, bears the luminous lineage of Latin caelum “heaven” and whispers in the same breath as the Greek Selene, arriving like a cool breeze through a Kyoto bamboo grove, her syllables unfurling like a silken obi beneath a waning tsuki. Pronounced SEEL-yuh, she evokes the distant murmur of temple bells at dawn—an elegy of petals adrift on lacquered water—where every nuance of her name carries the hushed promise of celestial dawn. In her rare embrace, she shelters the wistful grace of a moonlit hanami, bestowing upon her bearer an aura of refined serenity and infinite possibility.