Three letters make up my name, I twist, I slide and slither all the same. In rivers or oceans I wriggle with ease, What am I that moves as I please?

Everyone has one, but not everyone gets theirs. It’s often found at night, but can be troublesome during the day. It can inspire or scare.

What has six faces, but does not wear makeup, has twenty-one eyes, but cannot see?

What runs around the whole yard without moving?

I come in every form you name, yet I am nothing you can hold. I shape the world with unspoken power, and vanish the moment you notice me. Some seek me in loud engines, others in quiet inks. When I stand alone, I mirror your thoughts.