The first three letters of my name may describe a desirable summer physique, the last three a shivering skater's dream. Altogether, I'm used to shape the human form, a clothing piece of the past comprised of beautiful fabrics.

I wrestle with fire to awaken the stubborn, I bend what resists and shape what endures. Every strike echoes, forging strength unseen, I turn raw matter into purpose and power. What am I?

I have been around billions of years yet I cannot speak, but many people listen to my sweet music. To build a house under my canopy is to be oblivious. The stars are my parents. Though my parents died long before I was born. What am I?

In the dawn of online, I was the one. I rode on modems restless hum, my kingdom was ruled by usernames and chat rooms. A web bound realm known for its chime, it took up a lot of our time.

I have a nose that can not sniff,And a tail that won’t wag,I have wings that never flap,And drink liquid, but never water. I was born of two brothers,In what was considered miraculous now seems quite mundane.