I am born of mountains, yet I am no stone. Too many to number, yet each of me is nearly none. I shift without breath, travel without legs, and though I lie silent, I can drown an entire city. What am I?

I travel far without a tread, I have no feet, yet surge ahead. I kiss the shore, then slip away, but I’ll return again amongst the fray.

The turtle moves - through space it crawls. From off the edge, a wizard falls. From hag-strewn hills to citied plains, gods aren't worshipped; they are blamed. If you travel here, beware! A chest may eat your underwear.

A marker unseen, yet felt in your stride, acknowledging journeys and progress with pride. It stands at the juncture of past and new, heralding the distance you've journeyed through.

I'm part of flowing water Representative of change being Pythagorean in shape doesn't make me falter