Inkognito sits by a low campfire on a quiet night outside Marrakech, flicking ash from his sleeve as he scans the clear sky. The air feels cool, and the hush is broken only by the soft sound of Omnidelic's 'Same Moon (Rising, Hold Me)' from a nearby speaker.

He lets the ambient melodies settle into the scene, watching a few guests point out constellations. From a distance, he catches Omnidelic chatting with the host, and notes how the song fits this precise, unhurried moment.