You may see me in geometry, Or attached to ice cream. Im used to show an affected area, In games made of dreams. Sometimes filled with snow, sometimes empty on the road, im not hard to find, I am a...

I kiss a circle then say goodbye. It’s hard for me to stay on track during this lullaby.

I read the sky while standing still. I turn without moving. Time obeys me.

A dance of pathways, twisting with intent, where exit teases like a fickle friend. Walls whisper secrets as you wander, lost in a labyrinth of endless bends.

I speak little, but understand much. The deeper you delve, the more I reveal, yet the truth remains elusive to the simple-minded. What am I?