Take out my second letter, and you get a crispy sandwich ingredient. Or the last name of a famous eighties dancing man. As a whole, I’m something that’s used as a signal for directing or warning. I’m usually quite bright!

I have a distant vision of a world far from me, but I do not have a mind so i share my vision directly if you hold me. I am often seen in with my strap on a neck and big blinking eyes look.

My hall is a lattice both fragile and sure. A tapestry trembling, yet death in its lure. A pattern of silence where wanderers stray. One touch of its beauty, and none get away.

I live in a can, and green I am. I live in a magical place, where counting often takes place.

My first four letters can be hard to swallow My two last letters is an onomatopea when you're hurt My whole is a feathery comfort