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Someone walked into a room and you heard a crash! Someone died. What happened?
Break it and it is better, immediately set and harder to break again.
I'm white, I'm round, but not always around. Sometimes you see me, sometimes you don't.
Walk on the living, they donโt even mumble, Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
What points the way without a hand. It floats on water but exists on land?
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.