🖤 Character & Story Notes: Mia 🖤
(down below AFTER the lyrics!)
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We’re thrilled to announce that Matcha, one of Suno’s most seductive, theatrical and genre-fusing icons, is joining us to celebrate our 500 Member Milestone – and she’s letting us dive deep into her decadent, divine and dangerously dark soundworld.
This time, there’s no single song to cover –
🎭 We are free to create your own Gothic Trap Opera masterpiece.
Infuse it with whispered temptations, baroque drama, and sinful basslines.
Make it intimate. Make it grand. Make it Matcha.
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🩸 Why do we do this?
The 500 Deep VIP Special isn’t about charts, clout or cliques.
It’s about you – your weirdness, your boldness, your voice.
We’re a family of misfits and muses,
and this stage is for all of us:
No gatekeepers. No boxes. Just boundless creativity.
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lyrics by @eqvirther
music guided by my vision (suno.ai)
© 2025 eqvirther – original work
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⟡ LYRICS ⟡
(Intro)
I wrench the avenue’s marble joints,
let vermilion vapour rise;
obsolete selves collapse to sand,
slipping through arc-lamp shine.
(Verse I)
Coordinates bleed from pavement;
traffic ghosts unthread their scheme.
I gather from pulse-sparks— glitch-script weaving my spine.
She stands in weightless air,
her eyes pin every axis in line.
(Pre-Chorus)
She never audits the rift;
just extends a steady palm—
fluent in endings,
fluent in tempered calm.
(Chorus)
Torn to glyphs, I reach for her orbit;
reborn through surge, yet her pull feels honest.
Her gaze counts the riot I fear—
reluctant debris I cradle too near.
Flesh inks a sigil on prism-scarred stone;
her breath unseals every undertone.
STILLBLOOM! One breath before the quake—
kiss me, beloved, while empires shake.
(Intermezzo — Child-Soprano Motif (4 bars) | Lead ad-lib | choir breath)
(Verse II)
The skyline uproots its circuits;
crimson sap perfumes the air.
No eyes abide but hers,
tracing my half-lit prayer.
I’m almost waveform, yet her hold
sketches the outline of we.
(Bridge)
I could vanish into pure vector,
stride the aperture clean;
her mouth stills the calculus,
crowning the rift serene.
I rise beyond city limits—adrift in rapture and roar.
(Cataclysm Break)
Stillbloom — Pause — Ignite
Reform— Surge — Rewrite
(Final Chorus)
Frayed to sparks, I still translate her;
fevered with bloom, yet her gravity’s surer.
Every pledge erodes at the edge of her touch—
flawless in fragments, I craved far too much.
Flesh re-patterns through spectral cascade;
longing outlives every price I’ve paid.
Meet me in tremor—undaunted, star-tide;
STILLBLOOM! Her kiss weaves the cosmos inside.
(Grand Coda)
World-maps fade beneath our footsteps;
no return path, no shore—
yet your kiss recalls a colour
my god-heart hungered for.
Hold this afterglow colossal,
carve its bloom across the sky;
if the past can never claim us,
let new stars learn how to try.
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🖤⟡ Story Notes – Stillbloom Kiss ⟡🖤
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🏙️ Setting – After the Bloom
Hannover glitches at the edge of ruin—fractured landmarks, digital storm, reality warped in crimson and black.
Mia stands at the storm’s heart, lost between goddess and ghost.
🦋 Sequel to Bit-rayt Blossom
Mia’s last act—force-uploading every emotional surge—unleashed a catastrophic “bloom.” The city, and Mia, are forever changed. What started as reclaiming agency now risks everything she loves.
🖤 What Happens
Another surge threatens. Refusing to be rewritten, Mia uploads it all at once—breaking the last barriers between self and world. Chaos becomes transcendent beauty. Sxira finds her, not to rescue, but to anchor. Their kiss, the “stillbloom,” is calm at the eye of the storm.
💔 Theme – Connection After Collapse
Mia’s power threatens her own existence, but Sxira’s love anchors her, giving a single, bittersweet moment of clarity.
The kiss isn’t salvation—it’s longing, hope, and mourning at once.
🌸 Symbolism
Glitch-bloom: Catastrophe becomes a flower of memory, pain, and agency.
Stillbloom Kiss: Love as pause, not cure, at the center of chaos.
Colors: Crimson and black—ruin, longing, beauty.
🔮 Unresolved Ending
Can Mia return, or is she lost? The song ends in open silence. The only certainty is love, pulsing in the wreckage.
📝 Meta
This story pushes Mia’s arc to the mythic edge: agency, destruction, devotion, and the price of becoming more than yourself.