I am your mentor and your imagination. I once ruled as the people's main source of knowledge, but was replaced by an artificial being. But, I still exist, just not used as often, sitting on a platform within your abode.

I have a key, but I do not have a lock. I am often seen in An old antique shop.

I drift through your mind like a soft, distant song, From days that felt right, though they're now long gone. A scent, or a phrase, and I suddenly gleam Half shadow, half sunlight, a sweet, aching dream.

From womb of the queen, through chaos I came, to challenge the shadow that murdered my name. An eye for the truth, though one I did lose, I soar where the sun and the kings both choose.

I have wings in the west, but not in the east. I can have five heads or one, have four legs or none. I might hoard wealth high in the mountains, or far below in long forgotten dungeons. I only survive in folktales, but real lizards share my scales.