Sunlight is refracted through a scratched prism in the effervescing stretches of Kuma’s “Her Own Private Constellation.” Crystalline timbres spread across the horizon line, blurring future visions with grayscale hallucinations. Each passage adds to the sonic expansiveness, but with our focus anchored in front, the grandeur faces backward like we’re leaving an eternal shadow in our wake. Voices are ephemeral, disintegrating. Dronescapes entangle us with subtlety and precision. Every subtle movement is infused with drama, and the laconic progressions drive the spectacle into the sky’s darkest reaches. “Her Own Private Constellation” is a moment in time, a beautiful and haunting dream for eternity.
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