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There's a moment halfway through Nala Sinephro's
Endlessness
where the harp cascades like water over stone, and everything else—synthesizers, strings, the distant murmur of brass—seems to breathe in unison. It's the kind of listening experience that makes you forget you're sitting in your living room with headphones on. You're somewhere else entirely, suspended in sound.