I have five points like a certain shape I live underwater and not the surface Unlike my name I’m related to sand dollars

The material between the step of dirt and clay.

Most people think of art when they think of me, but there is so much more to see, like history, nature, science, technology. All can be found within my many a wall. In fact, sometimes I don't even have walls at all.

Tiny architects in red uniforms, marching in line, building fortresses from grains, endlessly working, never a strike or vacation.

Under ancient arbor, a relic rests; a script of stones, silent sentinels of sagas sung. Whispering wisdom, woven in weathered whispers, it guards the groves of time, guiding the growing green.