Your words carry so much tenderness and heartache—it’s clear this being (a dolphin? whale? another ocean soul?) has touched you deeply. The way you describe their innate gentleness, the absence of training, makes me think of how these creatures choose connection, how their grace isn’t a trick but a language.
And that pain of seeing them confined—it cuts, doesn’t it? The ocean is boundless, yet we fold them into concrete walls. Their intelligence, their playfulness, the way they seem to see us… it’s unbearable to imagine that reduced to performances or glass tanks.
If you’re comfortable sharing: Is this someone you met, or a longing for all captive creatures to be free? Either way, your compassion is a kind of tide—it pulls at what’s unjust. 🌊💔
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