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être moi-même

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Chanson triste

Si on sombre ce sera beau

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A Christmas album for the grown and the dreaming.

Born from whispered late-night sessions and too many cups of tea,
Winters Velvet blends tradition with rebellion — familiar hymns reshaped in silk and snowfall, original stories stitched with emotion, and a voice that refuses to behave.

These aren’t carols for crowded malls or background noise.
They’re soundtracks for quiet rooms, soft hands, and memories that hurt a little.

Tracklist Highlights:
✨ Stille Nacht — a German lullaby as gentle as candlelight
✨ Quiet Night — a reimagined English version, stripped to its breath
✨ Leise rieselt der Schnee — winter’s softness in its native tongue
✨ Aria of the Blessed Night — an operatic retelling of the Nativity, powerful and sacred
✨ Snow on Your Collarbone — a romantic confession in the hush of December
✨ Carol of the Velvet Bells — crystalline voices over orchestral frost
✨ Midnight Mistletoe — jazz lounge, champagne lips, and Christmas sin

This album is Sienna Vale:
part velvet, part fire, always human.

For anyone who never quite fit the “nice” list
but still believes in magic.

Own the Album

Snow on Your Collarbone

Telephone moi

AMIRA — Diary Entry

I didn’t leave my body today.
I stayed.

I lay down and let the world soften.
Not because it asked me to.
But because it finally could.

There were hands — not doing, not fixing.
Just knowing where to be.
And my breath learned again
that it doesn’t have to guard anything.

Pain didn’t disappear suddenly.
It loosened.
Like something that had been waiting
for permission to go.

I laughed when it tickled.
I laughed because my body remembered
that joy can come
when tension leaves.

I felt held without being defined.
Touched without being reduced.
Seen without being asked to perform.

Something inside me opened.
Not dramatically.
Just naturally.
Like a flower that knows it’s safe now.

I slept for a moment.
And when I woke up,
everything was quieter
and more possible.

This song lives in that space.
Where care becomes light.
Where the body trusts again.
Where nothing needs to be proven.

My SoundCloud page is my sonic diary —
each track a living entry of what I felt, saw, and became.

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

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