Answer:
A box without hinges, lock or key, yet golden treasure lies within.
Two in a whole and four in a pair. And six in a trio you see. And eight's a quartet but what you must get. Is the name that fits just one of me?
What turns everything around but does not move?
I look at you, you look at me, I raise my right, you raise your left.
It is more feared than fear itself, And no one can escape it. It takes no sides and does not judge, it does not know to hold a grudge. It is the most clearest result, Of how life beats you by default.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?