Create me and we might look similar, date me and I might be rather antiquated. A poor hand might make us look alarming, although a talented artist could make us look rather charming.

Eyes have beholded my wonder in the sky for countless years, some struck with wonder other with fears. On dark dreary nights I provide a fleeting glimpse of sight, or a swift end to those I touch even a slight.

Once a juggernaut of the sea, now only worn in a storm to protect thee.

Many songs from the distant past I have preserved in my wondrous catalog. I take the impossible and make it possible, transforming wax into sound. The voices of people long dead have been preserved by me, waiting for the world to see once more.

I have been alluded to all throughout the eons and the tomes of the past. The people of the planet have called me many things, a sign of a god, or destruction, or both. However, I simply flash by, resigned to my fate as I dissolve.