I look like a line, but I am not a fixed place. People often find the sun here.

I have cities, but no people. i have forest, but no trees. i have water, but no fish

Long and short, narrow and wide, I shorten the gap, ignoring the tide

An architect of chaos, my spiral designed, From calm to fury, my path is unlined. In my watery labyrinth, all reason will fault.

I have cities, but no houses, forests, but no trees, and water, but no fish. What am I?