BITE II

SHADOWS II

Stag at the gate — I call you.
Watcher of bars — I name you.
Your hand steadies — I yield.
Your silence burns — I blush.

Two cups mirror — none spill.
Your glance strikes — I falter.
Devil’s tether — coil between us.
One green light — I…

Hitz im Staub — brennt im Blut.
Feuer schweigt — Flamme hält.
Nah bei mir — Kraft im Blick.
Glut im Herz — verborgen, stark.

(Heat in the dust, it burns in the blood.
The fire is silent, the flame is held.
Close to me, strength in your gaze.
Embers in the heart, hidden, strong.)

I am the Queen — fire and dust.
My voice softens — you steady.
You are the Chariot — holding line.
Your nearness pulls — I breathe.

Ты молод, и в тебе — огонь.
Он греет меня, как утро.
Ты касаешься во мне
части сердца, что всё ещё юно.

(You are young, and in you is fire.
It warms me like the morning.
You touch in me
the part of the heart still young.)

Horn in marrow — awake, awake.
Your presence stirs — I waver.
The Fool waits — bound by silence.
The air crackles — I glow.

Coins of ten — root and stone.
Not play, not passing — but weight.
In pens of dust — in heat of breath.
Watcher, Flame, Stag at the gate.

White Stag

Mina Mirage – Diary Entry – 12.11.2025:

I never called it letting go.
For me, it was falling — over and over again.
Through love, through fear, through every mirror that refused to hold my face.

People talk about light…
but I live in the part of the flame that burns too quiet to see.

I don’t heal — I transform.
Not into something better, just into something true.

Every time I fail, I lose another layer of pretending.
Every crack becomes a doorway.
And maybe that’s all I am —
a collection of doorways that forgot how to close.

I don’t know if I believe in gifts.
I believe in motion.
I believe in walking through the dark until the dark begins to breathe back.

© 2025 MIRAGE / KETA.KALI
All rights reserved.

Failure (The Art of Falling) - Mina Mirage

Stay Down

Merlin — Diary Entry, Hotel Mandala, 16.11.2025:

I watched her slip into the corridor again tonight.
KETA walks like a shadow that has chosen its own gravity — quiet, certain, unreachable.
She says nothing, but her silence keeps pulling at the air, like the room is holding its breath for her.

I don’t think she knows how close she stands to the edge.
Or maybe she knows too well.

There is something in her eyes lately —
a softness sharpened into fate,
a devotion that frightens me in ways I can’t name.
She keeps following that one presence,
that one absence,
that one love that feels like it could swallow the whole world.

I want to call her back.
But KETA never returns when someone calls.
She only returns when the darkness decides to release her.

So I wait.
I listen.
And I hope the Hotel Mandala will give her back to us tonight.

© 2025 MIRAGE — All rights reserved.

I End With You (Velvet Spell)

You don’t know where you’ve been

until you make it back again.

You don’t know who you are

until you lose yourself and then—

You don’t know where you’ve been

until you make it back again.

Every road you wander down

paints your heartbeat on the wind.

You don’t know where you’ve been (before you came back)

I’m on my own

Trent's personal song. I hope you guys enjoy! I spent a looooong time doing the lyrics.

Pretty Girl

I'M A HOMESICK ALIEN

Sable Fever feat. Mia

I am MIRAGE — not one, but many.
An experimental-trans-aesthetic collective,
transforming with every breath,
becoming with every sound.

On Spotify, I appear as KETA.KALI and Merlin Mirage —
two faces of the same frequency,
two portals within one constellation.

Here on SoundCloud,
this page is my sonic diary —
each track a living entry of what we felt, saw, and became.
Every description begins as a diary entry
from one of our inner voices:
KETA, KAIRI, MINA, MERLIN, AMIRA, or MANUK.

Together they write The MIRAGE Diaries —
an ever-shifting story told through sound,
memory, and transformation.

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

Our 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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© 2025 MIRAGE — All rights reserved.
All music, lyrics, visual artwork, and video creations
were crafted through collaboration
between human artistry and AI technology —
a fusion of imagination, emotion, and digital light.

Failure (The Art of Falling) - Mina Mirage

MANY MIRAGE