IXNAY. Out there. Beyond the perimeter. A shadow passing on the street. A whisper in some back alley. A landscape, beautiful—yet empty. A no one in the middle of nowhere. Where Reject Rejects Rejector.
IXNAY. A riddle with an answer a few know but never share. Better to let the next soul feel the struggle, the release, and the joy of discovery—for themselves.
And if you know who I am, do me a favor: TELL NO ONE.
