I hold a trishula, bringing the end, In cosmic sleep, the worlds suspend. A dance I dance, both fierce and bright, creation’s spark and doom’s dark light. In flames I twirl, a god, ascetic, stripped and bare.

I bring wealth and excess, labor and harm. When I strike myself, I make men take up arms. Bane of faes, wolves, or just flesh and bone. What rocks harder than rolling stones?

I am a Rod, a Puzzle, an Eye, and a really long time, three passed to the stone world, and I am the name of a Falcon.

I am your mentor and your imagination. I once ruled as the people's main source of knowledge, but was replaced by an artificial being. But, I still exist, just not used as often, sitting on a platform within your abode.

I have a key, but I do not have a lock. I am often seen in An old antique shop.