Inkognito stands on a quiet deck above Bondi Beach, a cold cocktail in hand as surfers cut through the shallows. He leans against the rail, pausing to watch a clean wave roll in, the late sun warming his suit sleeve.

Vajra’s “Pipedreams” plays low from nearby speakers. The chill-out rhythms settle into the scene, matching the slow pace of the afternoon. Inkognito listens for a moment, content to watch from a distance.