Cyrena, pronounced sih-REE-nuh, unfolds like a Mediterranean reverie born of ancient tongues and sun-warmed marble halls. Stemming from the Greek nymph Cyrene—beloved of Apollo and guardian of Libyan sands—this name carries the echo of olive-grove breezes and the distant murmur of azure waves. In its Latin letters it hints at serene horizons, while in its very syllables it harbors the restless grace of a huntress at dawn. Though seldom bestowed—only a handful of newborn Cyrenas glided into California’s registers each year from the late 1980s through 2000, climbing modestly from rank 380 to 363—its rarity only deepens its magnetic allure. Like a secret hymn whispered at twilight, Cyrena invites the imagination to roam over forgotten temples and along shores where myth and memory entwine, promising a child a legacy as luminous and timeless as the ancient world itself.
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