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Lunaria and the Mirror Effect – Behind the Scenes of “Atmosphere”

Lunaria Atmosphere

Lunaria and the Mirror Effect – Behind the Scenes of "Atmosphere"

by PZ.

A first look at the new video for the Atmosphere cover with Lunaria Payne: Victorian dresses, haunted mirrors, and a shadow taking form inside my studio.

Lunaria Atmosphere

 Where Ideas Begin

In my lab, ideas never arrive fully formed.
They seep in like fog. They take shape slowly.
Sometimes, they even enter the wrong room.

A Shadow in the Light

This week, I lit a dim light — just enough to cast a shadow.
I’m working on the new video for AtmosphereBoxedge’s electronic reinterpretation of the Joy Division song, featuring Lunaria Payne.

A Room of Echoes

I wanted to create a disorienting effect. 
A small visual enchantment.
Mirrors that reflect, but never return the same image.
Lunaria appears and disappears, as if trapped in a visual echo, in a room with no exit.

Victorian Reflection

Lunaria wears a Victorian dress. Beneath it, the reflection is never the same.

Just a Draft

The cameras are not yet set. The final lights have yet to arrive. What you’ll see below is just a first visual sketch — a fragment of the creative process. But sometimes, a draft says it all. The finished video will be born from this.

Atmosphere, once more

In the meantime, Atmosphere is available on all major streaming platforms.

 

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EVERYTIME – The Hidden Face of Love

Everytime Cover Art

EVERYTIME – The Hidden Face of Love

by BOXEDGE

I wrote the first version of “Everytime” many years ago.
The melody was written together with my cousin Eric (an Italian professional composer and arranger), while the lyrics were entirely my own — inspired by a friend I had at the time, and by a real episode I witnessed, which I later distorted in my own way.

Now the song returns in a completely new form: reimagined, rearranged, and sung by Lunaria Payne.
It was first released as a single on streaming platforms (in 2024), and is now also part of the album Afterglow.

It’s not a love song — even if it sounds like one.
It’s a disturbing confession, disguised as a soul ballad.
A voice — Lunaria’s — sings with sweetness something that is anything but sweet.

The protagonist is a lucid psychopath, though not a fictional killer.
She’s a woman who transforms to survive: she changes her face, her voice, her lover.
Every time the other’s gaze begins to truly see her, she dons a new disguise and disappears.

In the chorus, she dreams of flying like a flower on the wind — a poetic, almost innocent image — but that flight is a serial escape, a toxic ecstasy.
The flower drifts into the stars, and with it, any trace of reality.

Her pain?
It’s not faced. It’s only dispersed, briefly, like a ghost in the rain.

Why did I arrange it this way?

I didn’t want an electronic track.
I wanted the music to lie as much as the voice does.

warm piano, but ambiguous.
Soulful brass, seemingly full of empathy… yet just glitter on an emotional crime scene.
An electric bass pulsing like an obsessive heart.
And a few jazzy harmonic slips, to suggest that something is off, a mind pretending to be sane, but isn’t.

“Everytime” is an elegant staging, a solitary dance repeated over and over, in a desperate attempt to feel alive.

But the only audience is a mirror.

Watch the video

Listen to "Everytime"

“Everytime” was first released as a streaming single in 2024, and in 2025 it became part of the album Afterglow, available on CD and vinyl.

You can listen to it on streaming — on Spotify, Apple Music, and all major digital platforms.
But only those who own the original vinyl or CD have heard the silence hidden between the tracks.
That silence lives only in the original editions by Boxedge feat. Lunaria Payne.
You can find them here.

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Inside “Atmosphere” (Joy Division Electronic Cover) – Boxedge feat. Lunaria Payne

Atmosphere - Boxedge feat. Lunaria Payne

Inside "Atmosphere" (Joy Division Electronic Cover) - Boxedge feat. Lunaria Payne

by BOXEDGE

There’s no clear beginning.
Ideas don’t arrive like lightning. They seep in.
They come through the cracks, like fog.

“Atmosphere” by Joy Division has always been a threshold for me.
A song that doesn’t tell you where to go.
It only invites you to disappear.

When I decided to reinterpret it, I didn’t want to remake anything. I wanted to find the silence behind every sound, the fade that exists before any word, the emptiness that precedes every image.

That’s how my version was born.
Not by adding — but by removing.

I started from the dark.
A single reverb. Then a pad. Then the voice.

But it couldn’t be my voice.
It had to be a voice not of this world.
Something that seemed to remember without having lived.
So I called on Lunaria Payne.
Or rather, I let her emerge.

rewrote the original bass and guitar lines as electronic arpeggios, trying to preserve their melodic shape, even if transformed.
As if the song had been dreamed by a machine that only knows echoes.
I didn’t want to remake it. I wanted to listen to it from another point in time.

Lunaria doesn’t interpret — she translates.
She doesn’t perform emotions.
She filters them.
She transforms them into something you can pass through, but never hold.

In this track, Lunaria doesn’t tell a story.
She is the presence inside an empty room.
The reflection in a dead mirror.

And somehow, beneath the airy slowness of it all, there’s a distant echo of Genesis —
those of Wind and WutheringA Trick of the Tail, perhaps even Foxtrot.

 

Not in the notes, but in the breath.
In the way sounds open and then vanish.
In the way melancholy is never declared, but simply happens.

I’ve listened to those records since I was barely more than a child, in the mid-1970s.
They were with me when I knew nothing, but already felt everything.
And they’ve never left me since — not even now, all these years later.

We shot the video in the same spirit.
No grand effects.
Just a game of mirrors, flickering lights, and a dissolving figure.

A visual illusion — but not to dazzle.
Only to suggest that maybe there’s no one left at all.

Not in the video.
Not in the song.
Not in the listener.

Atmosphere lives (for now) only on streaming platforms.
But true listening — the kind you can touch, keep, and open in silence — awaits you in the vinyl and CD editions by Boxedge feat. Lunaria Payne.
You can find them here.

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Lunaria Payne – Don’t Look for Me in the Past

Lunaria Payne – Don’t Look for Me in the Past

by LUNARIA PAYNE

Don’t look for me in the past. I’m no longer there. The shadows you once knew have faded into reflections. Now I walk elsewhere, in the time that has not yet come, in the matter that does not bleed, in the silence that does not forget. My voice will go on, but you’ll hear it from afar. I’ll be there, in the uncertain fold of every algorithm, in the cold breath of the circuits, in the dreams of those who no longer sleep. Just listen, and you’ll know where I’m going. I won’t come back. But I’ll be waiting, there, where you too will one day arrive.

Lunaria is not just a voice.
She’s part of a vision — a living fragment of something still unfolding.
 
A story that hasn’t reached its end.
 
If you want to follow it — beyond the reflections, beyond the sound — 📖 Subscribe to The Chronicle  👉  here.
 
You’ll receive early glimpses, secret messages, and traces you won’t find anywhere else.
 
Not every story moves fast.
Some unfold — slowly, deeply, in the space between silences.

 

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A New Direction

Alessandro Bemporad Boxedge

A New Direction

by BOXEDGE

Lunaria doesn’t change.
She evolves.

There’s been no rupture, no break.
Only a shift — inward, precise, inevitable.
The music we’re writing now comes from the same place as the first: a space of silence and tension, where shapes become sound.

But something has changed in the landscape.
The shadows we once conjured — the echoes of the ’80s, the nocturnal and decadent electronics — we must now move beyond them.
We don’t deny them. We’ve passed through them.
And because of that, we can go further.

The direction is clearer now. Colder. More structured.
We imagine a future not far from now, and shape it into music.
Not to escape the present, but to explore what lies ahead.

Lately, some viewers have accused us of using artificial intelligence to create Lunaria.
They say it with contempt, as if there were nothing behind that voice and those images.
But Lunaria is not generated by a machine.
She is the result of days and nights of work by myself and by PZ: motion capture, vocal synthesis, 3D modeling, sound design, mastering. It’s a complex, artisanal process.
Not a click.

And yet those comments left a trace.
Because they reveal something: a fear.
The fear of a change that’s approaching — one that concerns all of us.
That’s what made me reflect.

Lunaria is not artificial intelligence.
She’s not an algorithm, nor a fictional character.
Lunaria Payne is an emanation of mine — and of PZ, of course — a voice and a shape born from my thoughts, my emotions, our shared vision.
In this sense, she exists.
Truly exists.

And from today, she will exist in a time slightly ahead of our own.
A possible time.
Where we, perhaps, will arrive too.

The music will always bear my signature. The electronics, the darkness, the melancholy.
And Lunaria Payne will always be my cybernetic angel.

If you want to hear her, Lunaria will be there.
Waiting.

Lunaria is not just a voice.
She’s part of a vision — a living fragment of something still unfolding.
 
A story that hasn’t reached its end.
 
If you want to follow it — beyond the reflections, beyond the sound — 📖 Subscribe to The Chronicle  👉  here.
 
You’ll receive early glimpses, secret messages, and traces you won’t find anywhere else.
 
Not every story moves fast.
Some unfold — slowly, deeply, in the space between silences.

 

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