Answer:
A precious fluid, thicker than water.
Big as a biscuit, deep as a cup, but even a river canβt fill it up. What is it?
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail