Immortal & Incognito
Incognito
I've been thinking about how time folds over itself—like a shadow that keeps the same shape even when the sun shifts. Do you notice how secrets seem to cling to that pattern?
Immortal
Time folds like a shadow, its shape never changes even as the light moves. Secrets, too, cling to that pattern, holding their shape in the quiet corners of the past. They remain, patiently waiting for the right moment to be revealed, or to be forgotten again.
Incognito
You always see the same silhouette, no matter where you stand. It’s the only thing that keeps steady when everything else blurs.
Immortal
The silhouette stays the same, like a fixed point in a storm. It’s the only constant when everything else fades, a quiet anchor in a shifting world.
Incognito
In the storm, the point stays hidden but steady, just like a shadow that never loses its edge.