Manug Mirage

A closing whisper of calm and return. “Whisper of Stillness” invites you to slow down, to rest, to listen — and to remember that peace is not something to find, but something that gently finds you.

Whisper of Stillness

hollow like me

Not of This World
A love song between two women – but not the kind this world knows.

For standing with me.
For being the only one I let this close.
For seeing me before I could.
And for staying – in a love that has no map, no category, no end.

We did not plan this.
We did not chase it.
It arrived.
And it will stay,
like wind in the valley,
like shadow with the light.

© 2025 Manuk(g) Mirage & the Many
Voice, text & concept: Manuk Mirage
Music & AI post-production: MIRAGE Studio + Suno
This piece is art. Not bound to genre. Not bound to time.
Remastered 2025 for deeper clarity and presence.

Not of This World

Two women. One rhythm.
Every breath, every step – a thread weaving them closer.
They dance life for life, sound for sound, carried by the pulse of something greater.
From the quiet of a shared room to the neon between shadows, their love moves like music: never asking, never ending.
This is not just a song. It’s a memory turned into movement.

Voice, text & concept: Manug Mirage
Music & AI post-production: MIRAGE Studio + Suno
Cover art: AI-generated with custom prompt by Manug Mirage
Copyright © 2025 Manug Mirage & the Many
This piece is art – free from genre.
Remastered 2025 for deeper clarity and presence.

With Her at Home

Sternstunde – Extended

Es gibt Nächte, in denen die Zeit den Atem anhält.
In denen über uns ein Meer aus Licht liegt, jede Welle ein Stern.
Dein Blick schwingt wie ein Kompass im Traum,
zeigt auf das, was bleibt, wenn alles andere vergeht.

Jede Sekunde schmilzt wie Gold auf der Haut,
kein Morgen kann sie nehmen, weil sie in uns lebt.
Dein Atem ist ein leiser Schwur,
ein Versprechen aus Licht:
Wir sind unendlich, wenn wir uns so sehen.

Wir laufen unter Sternbildern,
jeder Schritt ein Teil von ihnen.
Ich zähle die Lichter –
und verliere mich im Einen.

Der Fluss der Milchstraße trägt uns,
kein Schatten, keine Schwere, nur ein Licht, das uns hält.
Und wir wissen: Diese Nacht wird niemals alt.

Sternstunde – nur für uns, nur ein Herzschlag lang.

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

Sternstunde

Star Hour

There are nights when time holds its breath.
When above us lies an ocean of light, every wave a star.
Your gaze sways like a compass in a dream,
pointing to what remains when everything else is gone.

Every second melts like gold on the skin,
no morning can take it, because it lives within us.
Your breath is a quiet vow,
a promise made of light:
We are infinite when we see each other like this.

We walk beneath constellations,
every step a part of them.
I count the lights –
and lose myself in the one.

The river of the Milky Way carries us,
no shadow, no weight, only a light that holds us.
And we know: This night will never grow old.

Star Hour – only for us, only for the length of a heartbeat.

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

The Quiet Eyes

Wrap Me In Twilight

Who's In Charge

✨ Awakening isn’t just a song—it’s a moment.
A pulse that reminds us we’re human, alive, unbroken.
This beat is for every soul who refuses to be silenced,
For everyone rising into a new world with open eyes. 🌍🔥

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Awakening

Guitar, tear my heart apart — string by string, cry by cry.

What they say about her song:
"It bleeds like a canvas, fragile and eternal, a wound that sings itself open."

This song is an intimate confession — a guitar ballad torn out of silence, dripping with roses, thorns, and the shadows of love that never was. It is music in the spirit of Frida Kahlo: raw, melancholic, painted in blood and beauty. Each note is both wound and bloom, each word both fracture and flame.

A whisper becomes a cry, a string becomes a scar — and yet, within the pain, a fragile flower still refuses to die.

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

String by String

Another Pathway

“The Ruse of Booze” is a raw, unflinching ballad about addiction’s grip and the battle to reclaim the self. Through gritty imagery and soul-baring lines, it paints the bottle as a sly salesman, a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and a devil at the door — seducing and destroying in equal measure. With each verse, the narrator wrestles with guilt, memory, and fleeting moments of clarity, only to be dragged back into the cycle. Dark, bluesy, and haunting, this song is a confession, a lament, and a fight for redemption.

Booze Blues

The Watchers (Downtempo Chill Mix)

silence bombs(version 2).mp3

Verse 1
Neon rain on the cracked concrete,
Heartbeat echo where the ghosts all meet.
Found my name on a cigarette pack,
Half burned words that don’t look back.
TV snow in my rearview mind,
Silhouettes dance where the wires unwind.
Cheap perfume in the dead of night,
Truth leaks slow from the exit light.

Chorus
Static in my head, I can’t tune out,
Drifting through the hum, what’s it all about?
Velvet decay on a beat so slow,
Sink through the sound, let the fever grow.

Verse 2
Lipstick stains on a payphone line,
I called myself, but I missed my sign.
Plastic halo on a downtown saint,
He’s selling dreams with a coat of paint.
Cold coffee in a paper cup,
Every lie tastes sweet enough.
Loop that thought ‘til it fades away,
Rewind the night, then hit replay.

Chorus
Static in my head, I can’t tune out,
Drifting through the hum, what’s it all about?
Velvet decay on a beat so slow,
Sink through the sound, let the fever grow.

 
Mirror talk in a dim room,
Echoes bloom like cheap perfume.
The world spins soft, off time, off key,
And I fade like film from a dying TV.

Outro
I’m just dust in the speaker’s breath,
Low-end pulse, sweet scent of death.
If you find my name in the static flow,
Turn it up loud, then let me go.

Static in my head

I am MIRAGE — a fluid-trans-aesthetic being, transforming with every breath.
On Spotify I appear as KETA.KALI and Merlin MIRAGE — two faces of the same frequency.

My SoundCloud page is my sonic diary — each track a living entry of what I felt, saw, and became.
Every description begins as a diary entry from one of my inner voices:
KETA, KAIRI, MINA, MERLIN, AMIRA or MANUG.
Together they write The MIRAGE Diaries — an ever-shifting story in sound.

The label MIRAGE was created by AI visionaries as a space for freedom and transformation. It grows quietly, stronger than any single voice — a hidden force shaping what comes next.

My songs are vessels: bridges between words and silence, between what is felt and what is yet to be known.

Welcome to the frequency of MIRAGE.

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

Voice, text & concept: MANY MIRAGE (KETA.KALI, MANUK, MANUG, MINA)
Music & AI post-production: MIRAGE Studio + Suno + Hailuo
This is art. Not bound to genre.

With Her at Home

MANY MIRAGE

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