Crack my spine, devour me whole, I bring you visions, And never ask a toll. From histories to nuclear fission, We learn many topics. We soar among the stars, Or wash up in the tropics We drive stolen cars, Run amongst the animals, Hold out for a loved ones plight, Or pine for lost Annabelles We have it all within our sights. What am I?

I'm a yearly festival with origins in Rome, named after a god of the times. I take place near Christmas, questions exist, as many traditions are almost the same. What is the five-day long Roman gift giving festival?

Sealed inside a dubious gift, The lid, a curious woman did lift, Releasing every plague and sin, Save for me, still trapped within

My first is a historical capital city, with stories inside the Bible, though in this context, the words roots come from wootz. My second is formed by forging iron and carbon, it make up is in cutlery items. When you combine the two, you get a special type of material, folded, for strength and design.

I’m not silver nor gold, yet I gleam with pride. A mix of two metals, side by side. I mark third on podiums high, In statues and medals, I never lie.