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I welcome the day with a show of light. I steathily came here in the night. I bathe the earthy stuff at dawn but by noon, I'm gone. What am I?
I have six faces but not even one body connected, 21 eyes in total but cannot see. What am I?
I move without wings, between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind. What am I?
What is so delicate that saying its name breaks it?
You will always find me in the past. I can be created in the present, but the future can never taint me. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?