Soap and air first gave me life, the wind became my guide. One gentle touch from eager hands, and suddenly I die.

I have no voice, yet I help you shout, I take a whisper and blow it out. A plastic cone with a powerful flare, I hurl your words through the open air.

A snowy mountain with layers inside, A sugary castle where flavors hide. A candle may sit upon my peak, But warmth is the one thing I never seek. What am I?

Tiny stones falling, contained by a glass. An attractive figure in a corseted dress. Do not take too long, your time will pass!

The wind gives me movement, people give me meaning.