I stand in a wall, yet I’m never quite still, I let in the sun, yet I bend to your will. I frame the world, though I hold no brush, I can open to chatter, or silently hush. What am I?

I gloop when you are quiet, I set when you thwack. I ooze from your palm, I punch you right back. I am easy to make, I am half of two to make one. I am hard when you go fast; if I am soft, you will fall. I bend all the rules if you look how I look.

Whats round, but not always around. Its light sometimes is dark sometimes. Everyone wants to walk all over me. But only a lucky few have. What am I?

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.