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