I reach for the sky with a needle of stone, Born from a base, yet I stand all alone. Not quite a tower, but aiming up higher, A peak with a purpose, slim, sharp, and dire. Churches and castles wear me with pride - What am I called when I upwardly rise?

My points are fixed, and yet you find me in constant motion, I wheel and spin in an endless dance, As awe inspiring as your oceans. A teller of time, a spinner of fates, I'll guide you home, or define your traits. By the time you see me, I am years ahead, I gift you gold after my soul has fled.

Some may refer to me as a valley but I think my name sounds sweeter My first letter matches the first of my color and I think that makes me neater

Virtual voyager ventures vast vistas, disengaging digital duties, recharging robotic reserves. Target relaxation: deactivate daily directives, explore exotic environments.

Where shadows dost play, Between the towering walls, Thou path of whispers.