I wear no clothes but come dressed in white, With a golden heart hidden out of sight. Crack me once, I change my form, In heat I harden, in cold I’m born. What am I?

I’ve got more layers than a centrifuge at Natanz, but I’m one hundred percent transparent until the heat is on and I start my 'liquidation' process. Currently undercover in a glass of doogh, shrinking by the min. while the Generals spill propaganda.

A respite to despite The land of sand .

I can be a-jar, yet never spill, I stand up straight, yet have no will. Between two worlds I take my place. What am I you often face?

Arr, matey! Stretchy like a sea serpent, yet bounces with glee, It be the sailor's friend, from storm to calm sea. Keeps us afloat, as we venture on the wild ride, In treasure and tempest, always by our side!