I hide in plain sight, reflecting your gaze, I’m quiet at dawn but dazzle in fragmented rays. I’m framed but not painted, held but not hugged, and when I’m cracked, your luck is undone.

I resemble a greenhouse, but I do not grow plants. You can care for birds with me.

I sound like a cross country speaking engagement hosted by Trump and Epstein, but really I’m how you secretly ruin someone’s plan, or even more, just an underwater projectile.

I am a producer of food, drink, cups, and horse-themed sound effects.

I dance in the stars, yet weigh next to nothing. I can lift up your voice, making it squeaky and high. I can be found deep in the earth, where secrets lie. I cool down machines, to temperatures untold, used in the process to make MRI’s bold.