This is a recording from the space between sender and receiver.
A letter never sent —
and yet read by a million hearts.

You Were There is Merlin MIRAGE’s transmission of gratitude, carried on the breath of techno.
A voice that walks slowly through the corridors of presence,
finding in every echo
a witness.

Time folds inward.
Words become footsteps.
Each beat says what language cannot.

This is a memory made of listeners.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 MIRAGE – All rights reserved.

You Were There (Vers. Merlin)

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This is the remastered version of "Two of us" album. A soft, indie pop-rock album that perfectly captures cozy, relaxed autumn vibes. It’s a melancholic yet intimate collection of songs, painting a soundscape of quiet rooms, falling rain, and hazy light—ideal for reflective evenings.

If we never met agin (Remastered)

Every Friday night
In a bar on a stage with no lights
Someone calls a name that’s not mine
And they play my favorite song
Where the planes fly
Every second and every third line
Someone holds a little bit too tight
And they sing along

And I feel all right
It’s so good to be home
And I feel alive
Like I’ll never be gone
It’s a sanctuary city
And they sing my song

Take a long walk
To the small corner store on my block
It’s a lot farther than I thought
But the people there are kind
On the sidewalk
Is a tall man who tells me I’m lost
And he asks if I have the time
And I ask him why

And he says
“All right
It’s so good to be home
And I feel alive
Like I’ll never be gone
It’s a sanctuary city
And they sing my song”

They say if you can make it here
You can make it anywhere
But it’s really just the best place to be

And I feel all right
It’s so good to be home
And I feel alive
Like I’ll never be gone
It’s a sanctuary city
And they sing my song
It’s a sanctuary city
And they sing my song

Track from the album "Send In The Clowns"

Send In The Clowns

Sanctuary City

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All relative. All introspective. All thoughful. Flora Antoniak wrote some wonderful songs 5 years ago, Gregor Mair listened to them on Soundcloud, they met up and became partners in crime (aka making music). After some electronic downtempo dance releases on Szeretet Records here's Két Idegen's first introspective and dreamy album, influenced by dream pop, post rock, ambient and so on. Thoughtful and melancholic music for long autumn and winter nights. Good listening experience and big love! Flora & Gregor

All Relative

Lumen

Két Idegen - Lumen

“Breathe You In” captures the intimate tension between desire and distance — that quiet space where emotion turns into rhythm and silence becomes sound.

Built on a minimalist groove of dry drums, warm bass, and gentle synth waves, the track blends melancholy and sensuality, evoking the late-night pulse of 80s alternative pop.

Its breathy vocals and hazy atmosphere pull the listener inward, as if each note were an exhale that never fully fades.

For moments when nostalgia feels alive, and every breath is a memory.

Breathe You In

EP 'Reflections' is a collection of songs that feel like a secret shared with friends: the kind you listen to on headphones while staring at city lights from your window or on a lazy Sunday morning with a warm drink in your hands. Sunny has a gift for weaving dreamy, bedroom-pop melodies with a surprising, soulful depth that hits right in the chest. It's intimate and cozy but never fragile-there's a warm strength in these tracks.

'Reflections' is the audio equivalent of a well-worn sweater and your favorite quiet spot. A thoughtful continuation of the album 'Two of Us', it doesn't ask for your attention but invites you in to relax, unwind, and get lost in your thoughts. Press play, and let the world outside fade away for a little while.

If I lose myself

drifting

Some nights I feel the world
breathing through the cracks in me,
like time is folding
around the memories I tried to keep clean.
And I wonder
if every moment we survived
was just a quiet lesson
we didn’t know how to read.

This life
is a strange machine.
It turns our pain into meaning
long after we stop bleeding.

There’s a quiet truth
hiding underneath our noise,
that all we ever own
are the echoes of our choices.
We’re shadows with a pulse,
drifting through a borrowed sky,
weightless
but trying to leave something that survives.

I held my breath for years
waiting for the world to make sense,
but everything keeps changing
faster than the scars can settle in.
And maybe
we’re not meant to understand the structure,
only carry pieces of the story
that shaped us.

Maybe meaning
is just a reflection
we catch for a second
before it slips back into the dark.

There’s a quiet truth
hiding underneath our noise,
that all we ever own
are the echoes of our choices.
We’re shadows with a pulse,
drifting through a borrowed sky,
weightless
but trying to leave something that survives.

And if nothing here is certain,
why does it feel so real
when a moment breaks us open?
Why do we cling to details
that the universe forgets?
Maybe the smallest things
are the ones that stay.

There’s a quiet truth
that follows us like light.
We’re temporary bones
carrying infinite nights.
We fade,
but something in our wake remains.
The quiet truth is simple:
we are more than what we lose.

The quiet truth

When we were young

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