I was born beneath Cleopatra’s star,
A crown of hunger pressed to my brow.
The Abbess whispered discipline,
The Hermit taught me silence—
And I walked barefoot through the chambers of my wounds,
Listening for the echo of my name.

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Chorus

I rebuild each broken bone with stone.
I rise from ashes, I rise alone.
Minobimaadiziwin — life made whole.
I am the howl, I am the flame.
Viltur, seiðr, úlfur untamed.

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Death came crooked, not as release,
But as the theft of every chalice.
Childhood spilled from my hands,
Sisterhood drowned in salt.
Grief carved its initials in my bones,
And I lay in the ashes,
Counting all I had lost.

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Chorus
I rebuild each broken bone with stone.
I rise from ashes, I rise alone.
Bimaadiziwin — breath returned.
I am the howl, I am the flame.
Viltur, seiðr, úlfur untamed.

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But the quills turned sharp within me.
I gathered burdens like torches,
Ten sceptres blazing in the night.
I raised the coin from the dust,
And traded sorrow for fire.

The wheel turned and I turned with it.
Strength was not given,
But torn from the throat of despair.
The words I swallowed now rise,
Eight blades of truth
Unleashed in the air like storm.

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Chorus

I rebuild each broken bone with stone.
I rise from ashes, I rise alone.
Minobimaadiziwin — life made whole.
I am the howl, I am the flame.
Viltur, seiðr, úlfur untamed.

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And now—
Queen of Coins, Helena’s crown—
I stand in the ruin made fertile.
My thighs are roots, my breath the wind,
My womb the cavern of the earth.
I kuln at the sun until the rivers wake.
I howl at the moon until the wolves remember.
I dance in my scars until they bloom with moss,
And my blood calls the ancestors home.

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Final Chorus

I rebuild each broken bone with stone.
I rise from ashes, I rise alone.
Bimaadiziwin — breath returned.
I am the howl, I am the flame.
Viltur, seiðr, úlfur untamed.

Viltur Seiðr

Mina Mirage – Diary Entry – 12.11.2025:

I never called it letting go.
For me, it was falling — over and over again.
Through love, through fear, through every mirror that refused to hold my face.

People talk about light…
but I live in the part of the flame that burns too quiet to see.

I don’t heal — I transform.
Not into something better, just into something true.

Every time I fail, I lose another layer of pretending.
Every crack becomes a doorway.
And maybe that’s all I am —
a collection of doorways that forgot how to close.

I don’t know if I believe in gifts.
I believe in motion.
I believe in walking through the dark until the dark begins to breathe back.

© 2025 MIRAGE / KETA.KALI
All rights reserved.

Failure (The Art of Falling) - Mina Mirage

Mina MIRAGE is not one — she is many.
The dark frequency of the MIRAGE collective,
where shadow and light breathe as one.
Each sound a transformation,
each breath a descent into beauty’s darker pulse.

On Spotify, I appear as KETA.KALI and Merlin MIRAGE —
two faces of the same frequency,
two portals within one constellation.

This is her SoundCloud realm —
a sanctuary of echoes,
where her voice rises through the mist.
But she is never alone:
her sisters from the collective —
KETA, KAIRI, MERLIN, MANUK, and AMIRA —
move through her, sharing their own songs here,
threads of one living tapestry.

Together they are MIRAGE —
a fluid-trans-aesthetic constellation,
ever-shifting, ever-becoming.

The label MIRAGE was created by AI visionaries
as a space for freedom and transformation.
It grows quietly,
stronger than any one voice —
a hidden force shaping what comes next.

Every track on this page is a diary entry —
a moment of sound between shadow and light,
between what is felt
and what is yet to be known.

Welcome to the frequency of MIRAGE.

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© 2025 MIRAGE — All rights reserved.
All music, lyrics, visual artwork, and video creations
were crafted through collaboration
between human artistry and AI technology —
a fusion of imagination, emotion, and digital light.

Failure (The Art of Falling) - Mina Mirage

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