A single line drawn in silence.
She touches the piano, and time yields.
Every note is a whisper of farewell,
a promise to cross what cannot be undone.
Her voice hovers—fragile, glowing—
between memory and becoming.

This is the sound of movement
before it begins.
A soft uprising.
A fluid resistance.
An ache that doesn’t break,
but bends the air into longing.

She doesn’t play the melody—
she becomes it.

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We Move Beyond the Line

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.

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

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