Low brass drone. Pressure behind the skyline. A distant 514 Hz tone — not heard, but felt in the molars.
Xsonoro — metallic, non-human, like a signal from a dead satellite. The horizon line splits lengthwise. Light bleeds out as granular static. Tempo: none. Dynamics: fff into silence. Horizon Cracked By Xsonoro 514
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— a sound piece for fractured frequencies Horizon Cracked By Xsonoro 514