Inkognito stands quietly beside his parked car on the edge of a field outside the city. The full moon hangs above the pale grass, and he adjusts his cufflinks, feeling the night air. He pauses, watching the quiet movement of distant headlights.

From the open window, the subtle rhythms of Ippolo’s M.o.o.N drift out. The track blends with the calm of the fields. Inkognito listens for a moment, enjoying how the music matches the stillness before stepping back inside.