Answer:
Thousands of these come together to make a digital image. What is it?
I fly, yet I have no wings. I cry, yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me. Lower light I never see.
With head without hair. With mouth without tooth.
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground It holds pale gems of blue.
With sharp edged wit and pointed poise. It can settle disputes without making a noise.
Break me and I am better immediately set and harder to be broken again.