I'm an infrequent flier, I whistle as I climb ever higher, Out of breath, in a shower I expire. Keep me clear of dry areas so I don't cause a fire.

To start I'm a villain with no meat on my head, part of inside you and look like I'm dead. To end just three letters, used to surf the dark web. A quick combination and the answer is said.

I sit on your head, groomed and grown, but fall in your meal? Now I’m disowned. I’m styled, I’m dyed, I’m part of your flair yet find one in your pasta? You’ll gag and glare.

I’m toe-tally elusive, a sole survivor, they say. I leave big impressions, then sneakily walk away. Caught blurry on cam, I ghost the frame, yet folks still chase my giant name.

I am often located next to a Cliff. Everybody knows my name. You make think me odd, but my name definitely isn’t.