I am created by borders, can be destroyed by other ones of me, and everyone lives inside me.

I cradle ancient whispers and secrets untold, My jaws gape wide, my teeth lay cold. Darkness is my garment, silence is my song, Within me, the bold may linger too long

You search for me when you are low, my amber seems to always flow. I welcome you with red and green, my offering makes some feel unclean.

I am often seen wandering aimlessly no western scene is complete without me

I have ice, but I do not have fire. I am known for my inexorable movement .