MORS works alone. The villa might sit above Monaco. It might be a penthouse in New York. It might be behind the walls of the Vatican. Or it might be somewhere no one would think to look — a quiet road in Virginia, in a town nobody could name. The address is never given. Each is plausible. None is confirmed.

MORS will not write to you. Will not speak to you. Will not appear at your door, your show, your dinner, your gallery.

The true name behind MORS is not given. It is found — by those willing to decode what is hidden in the work itself.

Most do not.