Answer:
I have keys but no locks. I have space but no room. You can enter but canβt go outside. What am I?
Sometimes dark and sometimes bright, I make my way among twinkling lights. Seas and oceans obey my call, yet mountains I cannot move at all. What am I?
I am orange and sound like a parrot.
What gets wetter as it dries?
Lighter than what I am made of. More of me is hidden than seen. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.