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I have keys but open no locks, I have space but no room, You can enter but never leave. What am I?
I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with wind. What am I?
I have keys but open no locks, I have space but no room, You can enter but not go outside, What am I?
In rows I stand with bottles tight, To heal the day or soothe the night. Prescriptions filled with care and speed, For every ache, I'm what you need. What am I?
I am a traveler with neither legs nor wings, In every corner of the world, my song sings. I can lift you high or drag you low, Invisible to all, yet my presence you’ll know. I am found in both silence and sound, In the deepest void and where life abounds. I touch the oceans, the mountains, the plains, Without me, existence wanes. What am I?
I am a paradox both simple and grand, In constant flux, yet I always stand. I am neither here nor there, Yet I am always everywhere. No matter the time, I am never late, A constant guide, though I don't dictate. What am I?
I am both a tool and a treasure, Hidden within, my worth you’ll measure. In silence, I dwell, though I can roar, I’m shaped by the heat and the craftsman’s chore. In battles, I aid, though not on the field, And without me, many would not be healed. What am I?
I come from nowhere, yet everywhere I dwell, I live in the silence, in the chime of the bell. I can split without breaking, and I join without glue, I am part of the many, yet I belong to the few. I exist beyond time, yet I'm gone in a breath, What am I? Find me, and discover what’s left.
I am always in front of you but can never be seen. I am not a shadow, yet I can grow or shrink. I am never the same, though I follow you everywhere. What am I?
I am the traveler that never rests, In every heart, I’ve made my nest. I am both the question and the quest, What keeps you moving, from east to west? I never stop, yet I’m often stalled, The one you follow when the future calls. What am I?
Abandoned Alone, deep in a drawer, a single cloth that sees no more. Without a friend it cannot be, Lonely as a willow tree.
I have keys but open no locks, I have space but no room, You can enter but never leave. What am I?