Diary Entry — Tonight at the Mirage, 12.11.2025:

After my set tonight — when I played that passage I knew Karl would have loved — I couldn’t let the sound fade.
I went back to his old things again.
The room still smells faintly of dust and electricity.
I opened his computers, wandered through folders named like memories — “sketches,” “echo,” “unfinished.”

And then I found it.
An old recording, unnamed, almost forgotten.
I pressed play — and for a moment, the air shifted.

It was Karl.

— Kairi

© 2025 Mirage
All rights reserved.
This recording is reconstructed with AI
to preserve the moment exactly as it happened.
K’s lyrics are here too —
but no one can sing them all the way through
without crying.

K‘s Room | echos | Nr 8 - (found by Kairi)

The moment of emergence.
This final track carries the feeling of sunrise — a soft but undeniable declaration of existence.
A song of returning to yourself, fully, openly, bravely.

This album is a quiet journey into identity — not the loud, public kind, but the fragile, trembling truth that grows in the dark.
Each track is a step inward, a moment of listening, a breath taken in the space between doubt and courage.

The music moves softly: warm piano, slow strings, ambient echoes.
It never rushes.
It never pushes.
It simply reveals.

These seven pieces follow the path from confusion to clarity,
from borrowed voices to the sound of one’s own heart,
from being seen to finally seeing oneself.

It is an album about silence and awakening,
about holding a truth too delicate for the world,
about walking through shadows and still choosing light.

And in the end, one whisper remains:

I live.
I breathe.
I am.

I Am the One Who Lives

A portrait of pressure — the noise of expectations, advice, opinions.
The music rises and falls like a restless crowd,
while a single, fragile voice tries to remain whole.
A track about resisting being rewritten.

This album is a quiet journey into identity — not the loud, public kind, but the fragile, trembling truth that grows in the dark.
Each track is a step inward, a moment of listening, a breath taken in the space between doubt and courage.

The music moves softly: warm piano, slow strings, ambient echoes.
It never rushes.
It never pushes.
It simply reveals.

These seven pieces follow the path from confusion to clarity,
from borrowed voices to the sound of one’s own heart,
from being seen to finally seeing oneself.

It is an album about silence and awakening,
about holding a truth too delicate for the world,
about walking through shadows and still choosing light.

And in the end, one whisper remains:

I live.
I breathe.
I am.

Four Thousand Voices

A warm, rising piece about discovering the light within.
It grows gently, as if waking from sleep —the moment you realize you don’t need permission to shine.
A track of inner dawn.

This album is a quiet journey into identity — not the loud, public kind, but the fragile, trembling truth that grows in the dark.
Each track is a step inward, a moment of listening, a breath taken in the space between doubt and courage.

The music moves softly: warm piano, slow strings, ambient echoes.
It never rushes.
It never pushes.
It simply reveals.

These seven pieces follow the path from confusion to clarity,
from borrowed voices to the sound of one’s own heart,
from being seen to finally seeing oneself.

It is an album about silence and awakening,
about holding a truth too delicate for the world,
about walking through shadows and still choosing light.

And in the end, one whisper remains:

I live.
I breathe.
I am.

I Carry My Own Light

A fragile confrontation with reflection.
This track moves through cold piano, quiet breaths, and dim light —
showing how the mirror reveals only surfaces, never the soul.
A soft rebellion against the story's glass tries to tell.

This album is a quiet journey into identity — not the loud, public kind, but the fragile, trembling truth that grows in the dark.
Each track is a step inward, a moment of listening, a breath taken in the space between doubt and courage.

The music moves softly: warm piano, slow strings, ambient echoes.
It never rushes.
It never pushes.
It simply reveals.

These seven pieces follow the path from confusion to clarity,
from borrowed voices to the sound of one’s own heart,
from being seen to finally seeing oneself.

It is an album about silence and awakening,
about holding a truth too delicate for the world,
about walking through shadows and still choosing light.

And in the end, one whisper remains:

I live.
I breathe.
I am.

The Mirror Lies

A sacred, intimate track about guarding a fragile personal truth.
Soft piano, long strings, and quiet breath create the feeling of holding a small flame in cupped hands — vulnerable, but alive.

This album is a quiet journey into identity — not the loud, public kind, but the fragile, trembling truth that grows in the dark.
Each track is a step inward, a moment of listening, a breath taken in the space between doubt and courage.

The music moves softly: warm piano, slow strings, ambient echoes.
It never rushes.
It never pushes.
It simply reveals.

These seven pieces follow the path from confusion to clarity,
from borrowed voices to the sound of one’s own heart,
from being seen to finally seeing oneself.

It is an album about silence and awakening,
about holding a truth too delicate for the world,
about walking through shadows and still choosing light.

And in the end, one whisper remains:

I live.
I breathe.
I am.

The Truth I Protect

A soft but decisive awakening.
This track is about finally claiming your own name after carrying too many versions of yourself.
Warm piano and gentle strings move like a breath taken before speaking the truth out loud — the moment you stop borrowing identities and start living as who you really are.

This album is a quiet journey into identity — not the loud, public kind, but the fragile, trembling truth that grows in the dark.
Each track is a step inward, a moment of listening, a breath taken in the space between doubt and courage.

The music moves softly: warm piano, slow strings, ambient echoes.
It never rushes.
It never pushes.
It simply reveals.

These seven pieces follow the path from confusion to clarity,
from borrowed voices to the sound of one’s own heart,
from being seen to finally seeing oneself.

It is an album about silence and awakening,
about holding a truth too delicate for the world,
about walking through shadows and still choosing light.

And in the end, one whisper remains:

I live.
I breathe.
I am.

My Name Is Mine

A quiet question whispered into the dark.
Soft piano and distant pads circle a single thought:
Who am I when no one is watching?
This track feels like standing in a small, silent room with your own reflection —
not in glass, but in the heart.

This album is a quiet journey into identity — not the loud, public kind, but the fragile, trembling truth that grows in the dark.
Each track is a step inward, a moment of listening, a breath taken in the space between doubt and courage.

The music moves softly: warm piano, slow strings, ambient echoes.
It never rushes.
It never pushes.
It simply reveals.

These seven pieces follow the path from confusion to clarity,
from borrowed voices to the sound of one’s own heart,
from being seen to finally seeing oneself.

It is an album about silence and awakening,
about holding a truth too delicate for the world,
about walking through shadows and still choosing light.

And in the end, one whisper remains:

I live.
I breathe.
I am.

Who Am I

“Vagabundo” no es una canción sobre perderse. Es sobre elegir el camino — solo, con dignidad, y con el corazón como brújula.

Enraizada en la tradición del Indie Folk Español, esta balada nace de la guitarra acústica, el viento del puerto y la luna que burla los planes.

🎸 Aquí no hay héroes,
solo un vagabundo que vende sus zapatos al viento,
deja su alma en una ciudad que nunca lo miró,
y elige el polvo, la noche, y la libertad sobre cualquier refugio falso.

🌙 Con una voz íntima, sin artificios, y arreglos minimalistas que respetan el silencio,
esta canción es para quien sabe que la verdadera libertad no pide perdón — camina.

“Cada paso lo elijo yo…”
“…si la vida es un baile sin final, yo lo bailo solo… con corazón.”

Ofrecida libremente.
Úsala en tus viajes, en tus noches de dudas, en tus decisiones silenciosas.
No necesitas acreditarme… pero si lo haces, será un gesto de alma a alma.

Para los que caminan sin mapa… y nunca miran atrás.

Vagabundo

“Il Padrino” non è una canzone. È un patto sigillato con il silenzio.

Immersa in un’atmosfera noir italiana, con piano drammatico, archi vintage, e una voce espressiva che non grida — sussurra il destino,
questa composizione del Gruppo Dùo GL fonde il cinema di Coppola con la poesia di chi sa che l’amore è la vendetta più potente.

🎻 Qui non si piange.
Si ama con lo sguardo.
Si tradisce con una parola.
E si perdona… con un bicchiere di vino.

“Il Padrino non piange, ma ama… Se mi tradisci, non urlo, ma resto.”

Con suoni cinematografici (porta che si chiude, bicchiere che tocca il tavolo),
testo poetico e potente,
e l’inconfondibile firma GL ♪,
questa canzone è per chi sa che la famiglia non si chiede… si sente.

🖤 Offerta liberamente.
Usala in cortometraggi, progetti narrativi, o come colonna sonora delle tue notti più intense.
Non devi citarmi… ma se lo fai, sarà un gesto di rispetto che onora l’arte.

“Alla famiglia.”
(sussurrato)

Il Padrino

"🎧 TorGio Records • Leya & AI • Ambient, Psychedelic, Soul • Mindful music for every mood • SoundCloud-first".

I only sing when it’s real.
Darkness is the ground I stand on.
Pain is allowed to stay until it becomes quiet.

My sisters sing here too.

MINA

—

© 2025 MIRAGE — All rights reserved.
All music, lyrics, visuals, and video creations are made in collaboration between human artistry and technology —
a fusion of honesty, imagination, and digital light.

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