"In shadowed hues, it blends and hides,
A master of disguise, it glides.
Soul of change, heart of deceit,
A phantom self, it subtly meets.
Its colors bleed, like shifting fate,
Ephemeral, yet forever great.
What's true, and what's just a guise?
The chameleon's secret, in its eyes." ,
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 11:59 AM UTC
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