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I have been the beginning of ideas for all time yet I am just one simple small object the things that you can use me for can be frustrating and also I can be pretty. I have some of the most valuable thing in the world on me yet almost everyone owns me.
I hop around and deliver eggs at Easter.
What is so delicate that saying its name breaks it?
One simple click, one simple flash. A piece of memory, for years I'll last. What am I?
I have thirteen hearts but no body or soul. What am I?
For our ambrosia we were blessed, By Jupiter, with a sting of death. Though our might, to some is jest, We have quelled the dragon's breath. Who are we?