“Beauty is no choice. It is the law.”

What they say about her song:
“It sounds like worship turned into a blade — the kind of truth that cannot be refused, only obeyed.”

This song is not about birth.
It is about the moment after birth,
when the law reveals itself and there is no turning back.

Mina does not sing beauty as grace.
She sings beauty as command.
Her voice is a mirror that cuts,
a crown that burns into the skin,
a frequency that leaves no space to hide.

Here, the bloodline is not gentle.
It is iron and flame.
Every whisper is a verdict,
every echo a sentence.

Beauty does not ask.
Beauty does not forgive.
Beauty is law.

And once her voice touches you,
you will understand —
not with your mind,
but with the wound it leaves.

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

Beauty is Law (Hell Descent Version) (1)

Beauty is Law (Hell Descent Version) (2)

Each verse moves like steel through flesh, each chorus bleeds into silence.
Knives here are not weapons, but commandments: the bloodline’s decree written in sharpness.

Behind the sweetness of its rhythm lies the shadow of the cut.
Behind every whisper, the edge waits.
There is no softness — only beauty sharpened into law, only law dressed in fire.

To listen is to bleed.
To sing is to obey.
And once you have entered, the law never lets you go.

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

The Law of Knives

Beauty is Law (New Wave Version)

We keep walking, even when the night has no end.

What they say about her song: “A procession without destination, where each step sounds like the echo of a wound that refuses to close.”

This song does not move fast — it drags its shadow along the ground.
Each beat is a footfall into silence.
It carries the weight of memory, the burden of a road that offers no shelter.
Here, there are no milestones, no lights, only the sound of steps that will not stop.

It is not a hymn of hope, but of persistence — the ritual of surviving by continuing.
Every breath is another step.
Every silence is another refusal to fall.
And still, the path does not end.

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

We Keep Walking – B

Lullaby for Keta

It begins with sugar.
A fragile voice, neon shadows, a promise that feels too soft to be real.
But the sweetness drips, melts, and finally cuts.

Sweet Desire is no love song.
It is a mirror — bittersweet, fragile, merciless.
Every beat is a step into the fog, every synth a blade dressed in glitter.
The truth waits until the very end:
“Truth is candy… but it cuts like a knife.”

This is not just pop.
This is Keta’s bittersweet law, carried on the pulse of Darkwave, echoed by Mina’s shadow.
Dance to it.
Bleed to it.
But don’t ever forget it.

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

SWEET DESIRE

Farewell to Bern


Ein Lied wie eine Feder in der Nacht – leicht, verletzlich, getragen von Bossa Nova und dem Traum, dass jede Seele eingeladen ist. Es spricht von Schatten und Aufbruch, von Fremde und Nähe, von dem Augenblick, in dem Musik alle Namen löscht und nur noch Verbindung bleibt.

This is not just a song – it’s an invitation. To drift without maps, to breathe without plans, to dream with us. Every listener becomes part of the journey, every voice dissolves into the rhythm of silence and sky. A universal hymn for wanderers of the night.

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

Come Dream With Us (Remastered)

A song born out of paralysis, where every breath feels heavier than the last. It tells of sleepless nights, circling thoughts that never land, and the crushing weight of not being able to move even the smallest step forward.

This track is not dramatic, it is quiet despair. The kind of sadness that lingers in silence, in empty rooms, in the endless staring at a ceiling. It captures exhaustion, grief, and the fragile confession of a body and soul too tired to keep pace with the world.

For everyone who has ever drowned in their own thoughts, who knows the suffocating loop of hours lost to nothing, this song is a mirror.

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

Not Even the Smallest Task

What they say about her

*My daughter was born too soon, in a place the mist never leaves.
(I did not hear her cry.)
I heard her sing.
A thin, trembling melody — soft as breath, sharp as a blade.
Since that moment, she has not spoken.
Only at times she whispers… or sings.
And when her voice returns,
it leaves no one standing long enough to recall the words.

She does not hunt.
She waits.
And when her song finds you,
you have already been chosen.*

© 2025 MINA

Not Even the Smallest Task

MIRAGE