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Golden treasure I contain guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed then left to build my treasure anew.
What kind of room has no doors or windows?
Upon your lonely journey I accompany you, whether you travel through endless mountains or seas of blue. Wherever you go, I keep your place. Lost you're not, when I'm embraced. What am I?
I am a ship that can be made to ride the greatest waves. I am not built by objects but built by minds.
I'm an old relative who's hand's can't hold anything and eyes canβt see anything
I always murmur but never talk. Always run but never walk. I have a bed but never sleep, have a mouth but never speak. What am I?