Inkognito stands by the water at Al Qudra Lakes as the sun drops behind the dunes. He adjusts his cuff, taking in the steady drift of voices and the scent of grilled spices while friends gather at the barbeque nearby.

From a portable speaker, Tony Schwery’s “Between The Lines” slides into the air. The orgnaic rhythms blend with laughter and the soft crackle of the fire, marking another quiet, effortless evening.