Invisible conqueror of forgotten corners and shelves, settled dreams of the past, born from the dance of time and neglect, stirs with the slightest breath.

Small buzzing artist, shaping landscapes on faces. A morning companion that sweeps the stubble away, leaving behind a smooth canvas.

People love to walk on me, but hate it when I'm in their shoes. Shiny, tiny jewels 'neath the sea, but I cannot pay your dues.

Metal jacket, small and round, I keep what's inside safe and sound. A friend to beans, a holder of fizz, Open me up to see what it is.

An action I am, but also a noun. Use arms and legs to get around. Not on the ground but up and down. See limb exerted, and I can be found.