Inkognito sits at a quiet table on a Santorini terrace, the sun low over the sea. He lifts his glass, feeling the cool condensation against his hand as a faint breeze moves through the open doors.

G.Pantelidis’ “Palm Trees” plays softly from hidden speakers. The chill-out rhythms drift through the lounge, matching the slow pace of the evening. Inkognito listens for a moment, then resumes watching the sky.