Difficult

The stack just might be sent all over. Full of what's new, yet it's nearly obsolete.

Difficult

I was born of mire and muck; Of velvets and of rags. I bear your secrets and share your sweat, Lying patiently in wait. I've never sinned, but still I'm hated- Drowned, beaten, then hanged. But the work is never done; I'll rise again in seven days.

Reveal Answer

-1

Difficult

A precious stone, as clear as diamond. Seek it out while the sun's near the horizon. Though you can walk on water with its power, try to keep it, and it'll vanish in an hour.

Reveal Answer

0