Answer:
Three lives have I. Gentle enough to soothe the skin. Light enough to caress the sky. Hard enough to crack rocks.
Of these things - I have two. One for me - and one for you. And when you ask about the price, I simply smile and nod twice.
Blend a teapot shot so the pearlies wonβt rot!
I can move even when you are still. I can be one or many.
Though I wander the earth, I am no longer here. I am pale and I chill everyone near. Who am I?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?