Gran Canaria

2024年秋M3
Liminal Warp,NH / 「Recursive Point 2」収録曲

XFD: https://soundcloud.com/liminal_warp/2024m3lnwp-006-recursive-point-2-preview

denshino - 13 Hours

2024秋M3でリリースしたEPの反転ばーじょんです。

逆さでお楽しみください。

Remix: kalsoer(@kalsoermusic)

ハウスダストステラ(kalsoer Remix)

”Why do you think birds fly?”
A fallen bird has a warm dream. And he says: "See you soon."

往日、皆が待つ場所へ

Rooftop Compilation 『Recall of Winter 4』 Album

Meet our album at 15 february on Spotify, Apple Music, Youtube, Tidal, Bandcamp

RFTP-0008

Crossfade Movie : https://youtu.be/RkQJnz-zegw

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• Track List
1. MAIWEI - Frozen Shadows
2. KEiG - Like rainy man
3. Hexacube - Crystal Vox
4. corinrin - Breakup
5. Maqμin - when we first met in the silence
6. LeeSaM - sleet
7. Levid - antifragile
8. KiRist - さよなら
9. oksuu - do you bounce on snowfield?
10. 4CYS - blue breaks white

• Credit
Director - KiRist, MAIWEI, Levid
Mastering - MAIWEI
Illustrator - 日ヶ崎みなと
Designer - Aventar
Crossfade Movie - MAIWEI
Intro Movie - KiRist

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Rooftop Official Discord : https://discord.gg/ZsxvvXhvnK

LeeSaM - sleet

Had so much fun making this!

ASAHI FOREVER ⭐

check it out:
https://www.asahicrew.com/


Thanks for listening :)

Sonority Hierarchy

ユースフルアイズ (b0tam0chi bootleg)

Summer Dream

Dubai Nights

Mirage Martini

Music video : https://youtu.be/ec0lk5TlXPg

Hypnotic techno + psychedelic space tunnel—lights low, volume high.
Raw/deep/hypnotic textures with cosmic visuals. Dive in.
Dark hypnotic grooves and biolum worlds—lose gravity.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
Prologue — The Sigh that Called Across Orbits

There is a city in the Perseid Flow that does not wait for visitors; it inhales them. Its name in the wind‑tongue is Anhelion, and the maps draw it as a lung‑shaped void, a negative space, because it cannot be built from stone alone. Its avenues open and close like alveoli. Its towers are ribs. Its plazas are diaphragms that rise and fall on a patient schedule that predates calendars.

From the slate edge of orbit, a sleek courier seed drifts down toward the breathing surface, and from it steps a being who is not a traveler in the common sense. Khyre‑of‑the‑Murmurs is a Sibilant, a humanoid from a distant sporeworld where architecture grows and etiquette is exchanged as scents. Khyre’s body is tall and jointed with filaments that flex like reeds; beneath translucent, onyx‑dark skin, pale mycelial veining glows a soft green, glimmering along collarbones and wrists. Four long fingers on each hand end in capillary tips that taste the air. Fan‑shaped gill fronds, thin as paper, arc from Khyre’s neck to the jawline, opening and closing as the atmosphere changes; fractal pupils adjust to blankness and brilliance in an instant. A braided mantle of woven hyphae hangs from broad shoulders, so fine it can slip between atoms when necessary, so textured it records the passing of winds like a book.

Where Khyre goes, a companion follows. Miell is a Scriptmoth, a moth only in silhouette; close, Miell is an angular geometry of silver membranes and jointed light. Each wing is a translucent panel etched with veinwork like circuit diagrams; when Miell moves, the wing‑etchings write glyphs in the air, lingering a moment as luminous afterimages. The Scriptmoth communicates by composing these drifting letters—one word per beat of wing—until the words knot themselves into a meaning the eye can swallow whole.

Khyre and Miell stand at the edge of Anhelion as the city exhales. The exhalation is dry and fragrant with petrichor. The ground underfoot hums. Far overhead, vaults of spore‑light move like auroras. The city’s breath strokes Khyre’s gills and the gills answer—small ripples of pleasure; the air carries a pattern. The pattern repeats, then complicates, then repeats again, an DMT‑clean geometry encoded not in sound but in pressure and drift.

“Eager,” Miell writes in a loop of floating sigils. “Hungry.”

“Hungry for what?” Khyre’s voice is low and unlabored, each word softened by the phenolic resonance of the gill fronds. Khyre tastes the answer before Miell can assemble it: the city is hungry for alignment. Something in its lungs has slipped.

The courier seed folds itself into a brittle pod behind them like an empty husk, and the living gates of Anhelion open, stippled with bioluminescent dots that echo the constellation the city was patterned from. Khyre steps forward, into the thorax of a world.

Continues on the website.


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