'When lying down becomes an art form.'

The lizard didn’t seem to mind my presence. It was as if I was part of its scenery—a harmless passerby in a world it owned entirely. Its stillness was unnerving yet calming, a paradox that only nature could master. I crouched down to observe its intricate scales, each one telling a story of resilience and adaptation. The sun cast sharp shadows on its body, highlighting the rugged texture that blended so effortlessly with the surrounding twigs and earth. I thought about how creatures like this thrive in environments where survival feels like a quiet rebellion against time itself.