Inkognito sits at a table set for a gala dinner in northern Italy, the evening air mild against his tailored jacket. Laughter passes between friends as he glances toward the stage, pausing with his glass in hand when he recognizes a familiar melody, now reworked.

The chill-out tones of Didascalis’ Misread flow through the space, each note clear yet understated. Inkognito listens, noting how the updated sound fits the setting—unobtrusive, refined, an easy backdrop to conversation and the shifting dusk outside.