Hey P

Diary Entry — Tonight at the Mirage, 12.11.2025:

After my set tonight — when I played that passage I knew Karl would have loved — I couldn’t let the sound fade.
I went back to his old things again.
The room still smells faintly of dust and electricity.
I opened his computers, wandered through folders named like memories — “sketches,” “echo,” “unfinished.”

And then I found it.
An old recording, unnamed, almost forgotten.
I pressed play — and for a moment, the air shifted.

It was Karl.

— Kairi

© 2025 Mirage
All rights reserved.
This recording is reconstructed with AI
to preserve the moment exactly as it happened.
K’s lyrics are here too —
but no one can sing them all the way through
without crying.

K‘s Room | echos | Nr 8 - (found by Kairi)

weed-killer.mp3

vokietukai

18gram$h0ts

uh
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ni-5f8GNOi8
uh...

return the macbook please

:l

and id like to thank god,
for the nothing he gave me to get by,
lost my mind.
i will try, try to try again,
but that's enough said.
i just wanna sleep in my bed, my bed
put my head full of lead

uh

conlee