Inkognito leans on the railing of a rooftop in Brisbane, the city stretching below as the sun lowers. He adjusts his cufflinks, watching guests settle into low chairs with beach cocktails in hand, the air cool and still.

Golden Hours by Vajra drifts from hidden speakers, its rhythms moving through the space. Inkognito listens, allowing the mood to settle, the track blending with the sounds of conversation and ice in glasses.