I have a row of teeth, but I do not have a mouth. I am often seen in bathroom countertops.

I cage the endless in numbered tombs. Twelve watchers circle above seven footsteps that never rest. I steal hours, resurrect them, and sometimes consume a day whole. Tear me apart and I still whisper where your fate lies.

I have a pocket, but I do not have a purse, wallet or any clothes on. I am often seen in transit, either going to or out from a metal box.

I make a meal of death and decay I’ll be the clouds on earth’s final day.I thrive in the darkness, the damp and neglected. But if you like to party, I might be selected My children and I, all interconnected

A black stone rolling around in a white lake, Surrounded by trees, that protect me from the outside, Cross a bridge to reach my twin sister, We overflow when disturbed or overwhelmed. What am I?