Answer:
Describes a mysterious region and a stylish pair of shorts.
Look into my face and I'm everybody. Scratch my back and I'm nobody.
It is worldwide, but once only a spider could weave one
My tongue hangs out as I run over fields and streets all day. I get tied up every morning and untied at night.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?
What flies without wings?