Silent guardians of plazas and parks, they stand frozen in tales told by sculptor's hands, capturing history's breathless gaze.

I light the night with borrowed glow, and wax and wane in steady flow. Once left behind, now back to view, as humanity returns with Artemis II.

I am the stone that holds the rest, Placed at the top to pass the test. Without my weight, the arch would fall, I lock in place the curving wall. WHAT AM I?

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?

I am the famous Windows OS, that started Frutiger Aero