(Occult + Encrypted Version – TAO)
Read this only if your breath is aligned.
Say nothing. Just observe.
🜄 Forbidden Prayer of the Black Chameleon
In the shadow of the market,
where the noise stops
and where the prophets disappear,
I open the Seal of TAO.
I write on the skin of silence
the four forbidden numbers:
291 — 295 — 338 — 349
Everyone is a door.
Everyone is a trap.
The one who does not know how to read them
will leave his soul and his USDC.
But I, Chameleon of Fire,
I advance between the runes
without ever being seen.
In the descent, I become stone.
In the low, I become smoke.
In the rebound, I become light.
TAO, spirit of the sleeping Fire,
slide to the bottom of 298…
brush the abyss of 296…
Then fold yourself under the world,
gather your breath under the earth,
and strike.
When the candle reverses,
I will already be there.
I am the Black Chameleon.
I breathe in the hollows.
I am reborn in the peaks.
May 338 open like a fault.
May 349 illuminate like a verdict.
This ritual is not an analysis.
It is a key.
The one who understands these words
can cross the market without losing blood.
The one who ignores them
will be swallowed by the shadows.
🜄 Rite closed.
