Answer:
I am neither a guest nor a trespasser in this place. I belong that belongs to me. Where is it?
What is so delicate that saying its name breaks it?
I never was but am always to be, and everyone looks forward to me
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?
A father's child, a mother's child, yet no one's son
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.