First four: stink, mire in piles. Three more: period, longest of whiles. Captives encaged; Proud ruins, defiled

I guard the sands where secrets sleep, With lion’s strength and wisdom deep. I ask no words, yet riddles cling, To ancient stone and silent wing. Part beast, part thought, part mythic link. Name me now, what do you think?

Single, I hold drinks and food, among others. Double me to dance with your great-great-great-great-great grandmothers.

Noble sacrifice Wreathed in flames And in the ashes An egg remains

We were the next big thing before AI, even though we dealt with the very small. Our dad was Richard Feynman. Take half of Mork’s greeting, but change the u to o. Next is a type of bro. Follow with the abrrev. For a city known for jazz. Add a piece of a tree, then that is, then the letter that pluralizes things.