I stretch for hundreds of miles with no shore in sight. I am made of rock and sand, yet I flow in slow waves. Rain visits me rarely, but when it does, I change suddenly. I hide small pockets of life where water briefly appears. Those who cross me unprepared are claimed by heat and thirst. What am I?

I’m neither place nor drink nor code - Yet I am all three, Depending on how you summon me. Who am I?

In the breeze, I dance with flair, A symbol tall in open air. From nations proud to pirates bold, My colors tell stories untold.

A band Probably no one ever asked to come sail away on this river, though Achilles was dipped in it at birth. Greek gods swore by this goddess.

Finger of stone Pointing up high Four sides not more A witness of time