I have no feet yet guide every traveler across land and sea. I never speak but always point when north is the secret I keep. In hands on maps or locked inside a sailor s careful kit I help the lost find their way through fog storm and forest alike. Though I do not choose the path I make sure you know which way to go. What am I?

A pound that weighs nothing, connecting thoughts and trends, it builds bridges with just a symbol, uniting voices across the digital sea.

I'm born of fire, yet cold I stand, A silent soldier in a structured band. What am I?

If thou cannot stand within the reaches of my warmth, then I bid you farewell.

From flour and heat I come to be, then sliced for all to eat of me.