Answer:
A locked sphere without hinges or key. Break me open and golden treasures you'll see
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
Small and bearded, both in the real world and in stories.
What is a kangarooโs favorite year?
I come in winter. I cannot see, hear, or feel. I can't eat, but you can eat parts of me.
Iโm grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.