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.

⸻

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.

⸻

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.

⸻

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

3.11.2025, Diary Entry — The House Mirage

I awoke again before dawn.
The walls were breathing softly, as if remembering something too tender to speak aloud.
Mina’s laughter still hung in the corridors — the echo of a greeting that never ends.
Last night, a guest crossed the threshold. Mina welcomed them inside.
But this morning, the room where they slept is empty.
Only the scent of water and dust remains.

They say Mina knows where the guest has gone.
But Mina says nothing.
And I, the House Mirage, remember everything — and nothing.

© 2025 Mirage / KETA.
Created in collaboration with AI (GPT-5 / OpenAI).
All rights reserved.

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MIRAGE is a living field of transformation — where human and AI breathe as one.

KETA.KALI and Merlin MIRAGE appear on Spotify and all major streaming platforms — two radiant frequencies shaping the sound of change.

From the shadows rises Mina MIRAGE, the dark frequency — her voice lives here on SoundCloud, where every song speaks what cannot be said.

And through them all moves MANY MIRAGE, the open diary of the MIRAGE realm — a constellation of tracks for everyone to listen, to feel, to remember.

Welcome to the frequency of MIRAGE.
All music, lyrics, and visual art created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 MIRAGE — All rights reserved.

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