Shiny accolades that gather dust, symbols of past glories, they stand like silent guardians of your victories.

What rock group has four men who don't sing?

I am a record of the present that becomes a relic by dusk. I possess many columns but support no roof. I am covered in ink, yet I have never written a word of my own. I offer you the world in folded sheets, and you use me to set that world on fire?

When the wheel was invented, it caused a...

I am a legend whispered by sailors, a terror of the deep with arms that crush keels. I possess no voice, yet command the tides of fear. What am I?