I am a family of silicate minerals, combined into a single stone's name. Nephrite's my twin, a part of my fame. Nobels and Emperors coveted my varied hues, though my emerald shades are what they most often choose.

I have one lens, but see the world in two. I magnify, yet am not a telescope's view. I perch upon a face, a singular display, a sign of elegance, or perhaps a bygone day.

I am a legend, a well forged myth, a hero of unmatched might. Twelve labors, each a terrifying test, marked my gradual passage to immortality.

I am a gaze that kills, a serpent's crown of dread, born from a foul rooster-hatched egg. My breath is death, my glance a fatal blight, and only mirrors may show my true, dark might.

Stone and shadow, cold and deep, I cradle secrets that never sleep. Chains may rattle, and torches die, yet none leave once they wander by.