I move through the night without a sound, Where I step, no footprint is found. Wrapped in shadows, a blade by my side, In the smoke and the silence, I choose to hide. What am I?

I reflect the world while holding only air. I travel briefly before dying with a touch.

with a shell of gold, I hold riches untold, but once you see me, there’s nothing left for thee. chased for ages, yet never found, not even sure who spoke the lie. for rainbows end up far too high, and no leprechaun’s been seen, outside of Hollywood and meme.

A clockmaker sold every last clock, and had no more materials to make more He got so desperate he sold his own personal clock, he also didn't have a phone or watch If a deadline for an order arrived, you could say he was this in more ways than one

I am the verb the garden depends on. A ritual repeated, never done. I am not the liquid, but the act itself. Put me before can and I name the tool I use.