Answer:
What I am filled, I can point the way. When I am empty. Nothing moves me. I have two skins. One without and one within.
This is rectangular, hollow and has a lid, and where youβll find it you might wonder, it is just six feet under. What is it?
What is the heart of many risks, has a heart, but is not a living being?
It is destruction made out of thin air, You hear it howl and give a prayer, Through barns and houses it will tear. It is a deadly funnel, Of violent and twisting air.
What has 4 eyes but canβt see?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?