Cruising in the sky above little islands somewhere at the southern corners of the Indian Ocean Inkognito's plane was winging its way through the air while tiny boats were drawing fancy lines on the water as he gazed in reverie through the illuminator glass. His thoughts were embracing the versatile effects of the strange times we live in and at the same time he couldn't but marvel at the peaceful harmony that had revealed its natural shape in this part of the world.

'Love Always Wins and becomes the force that balances things out', he thought as the plane kept sliding past beautiful landscapes..