I am a subterranean chamber that swallows cold rain and spits boiling fury, tearing through the skin of the earth. Unlike a volcano that bleeds liquid fire, I only erupt with superheated water and blinding steam. Some of my kind scream every few minutes, while others sleep for centuries. What am I?

I am the end of a flame, yet the start of a phoenix.

I turn the summer darkness into a field of stars, blinking in the darkness, as if they came down to play.

What does a panda use to cook with?

You think nothing of me, but I am the fabric of all I am what you once were, and to me you shall return