In shadows deep, where chains may clink, a realm of stone where torches blink. Secrets locked in time's embrace, a labyrinthine, confined space.

The British people famously and bravely accepted an offer of four things including these three bodily fluids. Later a jazz rock band was named after the three fluids

I begin with a loss you choose to take, a small surrender for a greater stake. Risk in my bones, advantage my aim what am I in strategy’s game?

A way to communicate digitally without any words. Instead using pictures, nothing to be heard. No letters, no reading, nothing so clinical, all communication done with visuals. Easy to understand, no need for descriptions, a similar style like that of ancient Egyptians.

For almost four thousand years people have been using me to tell the time. Well, as long as there aren’t any clouds.