<p>Every story begins somewhere-or perhaps <em>everywhere</em> depending on your philosophical tolerance for paradox and lizards in waistcoats.</p><p>This particular tale begins quite unceremoniously with a chameleon brushing his teeth. Nothing earth-shattering unless you count the sensation that he'd already done it before.When the chameleon's mundane morning routine is hijacked by an uncanny déjà vu it sparks a spiraling adventure through memory madness and multiple realities.</p><p>Chameleon and his crew embarks on a journey. They're chasing déjà vus like detectives with broken compasses and absurd hunches. Every repeated moment might be a breadcrumb. Every glitch in the routine might be a gateway.</p><p>But they're not alone. A certain Dr. Vexwell-time-twisting saboteur -keeps showing up frequently. But why? That's the question.</p><p>This book dear reader is a portal. Not one with flashing lights or sci-fi humming but a quieter kind-found in cracked mirrors bad dreams and the feeling that you've read this sentence before. Maybe you have.</p><p><em>So take a breath. Buckle your disbelief loosely. And if you find yourself brushing your teeth in a volcano... don't panic. It's probably just the beginning again.</em></p><p> </p>