Inkognito stands at the edge of a cliff above the ruins of ancient Assos in Behram, the Aegean stretching flat and pale below. He traces a crack in the stone beneath his boot, worn smooth by centuries of weather. The air is still, carrying only the faint scent of dry grass.

He pulls out an earplug, letting the wind in for a moment, then presses it back. UMAY's Chasing Dreams fills the quiet — its progressive build matching the slow drift of light across the ruins. The track moves with the same unhurried pull as the view itself.