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I may seem real but it always turns out I was never there in the first place... you only see me during a certain resting stage.
What runs around a soccer field, but doesnβt move?
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
I stand in one place yet I fill a whole room. I can be filled with molten rock and come in every hue.
Break me and I am better, immediately set and harder to be broken again. What am I?
The strangest creature you'll ever find: Two eyes in front and many many more behind.