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A hole leading in, a hole leading out, we connect to a cavern that is slimy all throughout. What are we?
What turns from red to black as soon as it touches water?
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
What goes through a door but never goes in. And never comes out?
The higher I climb, the hotter I engage. I cannot escape from my crystal cage.
What is lighter than what it is made of?