Night Sky

A silent rain falls as Merlin Mirage stands with closed eyes in the tropical light. His voice carries the longing for closeness, yet it remains unfulfilled—transformed into a melancholic echo. This song is a confession of solitude, an intimate testimony that breathes through the falling drops.
Every chord resounds like a heartbeat, every verse unveils another layer of silence. “I Was Always Alone” is not just a song—it is a state of being, an inner tremor, an unveiled mirror.

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

I was Always Along (Vers. Merlin)

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I don’t need a church… maybe just a microphone.
This is more than music—it’s My Commission.
 It’s a soul-stirring ballad that pours out testimony through melody.
The track carries the weight of a prayer sung straight from the heart.
It's the story of a man who may not speak in tongues, raise the dead, or heal the sick-but has been given a voice to sing life into broken places. Every verse is a confession, every chorus a cry for healing, and every note a reminder that music can be a ministry all on its own.
This isn't just a love song-it's a mission.
Before the mission on earth is complete, My Commission declares that a microphone can become a pulpit, a song can become a lifeline, and a melody can save a soul.
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MY COMMISSION

[Verse]
Snow's falling heavy streetlights dim
Cold breath rising like a hymn
Holes in my pockets holes in my soul
but maybe faith can make us whole

[Chorus]
Do you see that star
Way up where angels play
Maybe it's come
To take our pain away
Do you see that star
Do you see that star

[Verse 2]
Crowds in the square singing loud
Bells ringing clear over the crowd
the spirt rises, it's sinking deep
I feel it right down to my feet
(right to my feet)

[Bridge]
I fall to my knees and pray..
the star will light... the way

[Outro]
I see that star
Way up where angels play
I know it's come
To take my pain away
Oh oh..I see that star
I see that star

Do You See That Star

Evelyn

ETERNAL THRESHOLDS BOOKLET (EN) https://eklektikaberlin.com/files/1371805/eternal-thresholds-booklet.pdf
HORIZON IX BOOKLET (EN) https://eklektikaberlin.com/files/1369223/horizon-ix-the-story.pdf
HORIZON IX BOOKLET (DE): https://eklektikaberlin.com/files/1369835/horizon-ix-the-story-de.pdf

The Architect wakes beneath a ceiling that is not a ceiling, but a dome — black, seamless, impenetrable. Beyond it, there is no morning. The day is manufactured here. The air is clean, sweeter than memory, but wrong. Too close. Too finished.

This city was not built for beauty, but for survival. It has seasons without weather, rain without clouds, tides without an ocean. Every drop of water, every gust of air, is born in the humming belly of the machines that keep the world alive. Above, the wind still exists — somewhere. But here, it is replaced by a low, constant breath, like the lungs of a sleeping giant.

The Architect walks through glass domes where trees bloom forever, where fruit never rots, where rivers loop endlessly over hidden conveyor belts. Children draw pictures of stars they will never see. Lovers stroll under an artificial moon that is always in the right place for the photograph.

He knows the city will not fail soon — the machines are flawless. But he also knows this is not living. Each inhale is a reminder: the oxygen is here… but the sky is gone.

“Oxygen Without Sky” imagines a future where humanity survives in sealed, artificial environments, cut off from the natural world and the open sky. Its imagery of glass domes, programmed dawns, and manufactured air reflects a society that has traded freedom and authenticity for controlled safety, where even rain and seasons are simulations. The song critiques this sterile survival, highlighting how dependence on engineered systems erodes memory, curiosity, and connection to what is real. Beneath its dystopian surface lies a quiet yearning for what has been lost — the wind, the stars, the blackbird’s cry — reminding us that survival without true nature is a hollow kind of life.

HORIZON 4: OXYGEN WITHOUT SKY

“Fractured” is a darkly emotional indie-alt-folk anthem about mental health, inner conflict, and the war between hope and hopelessness.
Blending moody acoustic textures, ambient guitars, and cinematic percussion, the song captures what it feels like to be split between two selves, one trying to rise, the other fading away.

This track explores self-doubt, burnout, and the quiet chaos of recovery, echoing late-night thoughts and that haunting moment between breaking and rebuilding.
A soundtrack for anyone who’s ever felt torn apart but still searching for light through the cracks.

“Half of me’s waking, half still in a dream…”

Fractured

One Late Summer Southern Night

A Quiet Minute

Lyrics:
No One
No One
No One
No One
No One
No One
No One
No One

Where stone once kissed the water—once sea, now silent glass,
Four young men stood; three held No One fast.
A slow red weight along the edge, a burden built to last;
We watched in hush—what slips away is past.

The circles widen outward; time keeps no one small.
He drifted where the ground turns hard—we stayed human through it all.

Breathe like No One—light, unchained from clay.
No One… No One slid where we stayed—almost away.
Made something out of nothing—blessing into sound,
Silence out of silence—dreaming underground.

No One
No One
No One
No One

The mother bore a torch—a small, aching flame;
The father pled the stars with open, empty hand.
Good, honest hearts—they gave the same,
But only No One knows that hidden land.

The mist called from the farther bank; his chains untied, declined.
He walked ahead and taught the blank to breathe a living line.
A man of wind and thread, turned crown and steel aside—
He made a world from nothing—too bright, too wide.

Breathe like No One—light, unchained from clay.
Almost away—
Made something out of nothing—blessing into sound,
Silence out of silence—dreaming underground.

No One
No One
No One
No One
mist along the line;
He went before us, left his chains behind.
He went before us, left his chains behind.

Mist Along the Line

This is the music project of Steve Lewis, a classically trained cellist and multi-instrumental singer-songwriter based in Berlin, Germany. 

The name eklektika.berlin is striking and layered—it carries both an immediate sonic appeal and a set of resonances that fits the project’s artistic and philosophical ambitions:

1. Wordplay and Etymology
-Eklektika derives from the Greek eklektikos (“selective,” “choosing the best”), which in modern usage signals eclecticism—an openness to many styles and influences.
-The -ika ending also hints at “musica,” giving it a subtle musical cadence.
-Written in a slightly unexpected “k” spelling, it feels at once ancient and contemporary, European yet cosmopolitan.

2. Berlin Anchor
-Pairing it with .berlin instantly grounds the project in a city long known as a crossroads of cultures and avant-garde experimentation—from Weimar cabaret and Bauhaus to today’s electronic scene.
-The domain-style format suggests digital nativity and a living online presence; it reads simultaneously as a brand, a collective, and a web address.

3. Artistic Implications
-“Eklektika” signals that the work blends genres, eras and media—classical forms, rock energy, AI-generated textures—without being confined to one school.
-The Berlin reference underscores a tradition of boundary-pushing art and hints at an international, forward-looking ethos.

4. Memorable & Marketable
-Short, easy to pronounce in many languages, and visually distinctive with its twin “k”s, it is search-friendly and brand-ready.
-It invites curiosity—people instinctively want to know what “eklektika” means and why it’s tied to Berlin.

eklektika.berlin communicates exactly what the project embodies: a bold, eclectic fusion rooted in Berlin’s creative energy while open to global and futuristic influences—an identity that feels both timeless and unmistakably of the AI-age.

HORIZON 4: OXYGEN WITHOUT SKY

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