I start as milk, then change with time, The older I get, the more I shine.

Witnesses swear they saw a head, Round and full, or so they said. But once the suspect was cut apart, No brain, no thoughts, no central part. What was the head?

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As the sun sets, the family awakes They rise as one to set out into the young night With only the faintest rustlings to herald their leaving They murmur softly to themselves, Careful to avoid waking potential sleepers. They make the smallest of meals to break their fasts And devote the rest of their nights to their quiet reflections and travels. Long before the world begins to wake, They gently shepherd their fellows back to their daytime cradles And sleep once more as the light creeps across the fields and glens

I get you in, without a key I get you out, if you're stuck I change your access for security I make multiple copies of items with teeth, so you don't have to rely on luck.