I have no mouth, yet I tell the truth. I can be hidden, but never lost. I am weightless, yet I carry the past. Those who seek me shape the future at last. What am I?

You would have seen it had you lived millions of years ago A bird, a plane, a giantasaurus problem We humans are lucky it happened

I speak in ancient riddles and rhymes, a remnant of much older times, Though my quizzes be different my answers are always the same, life or death are the end of my game Solve this riddle and I may leave you alive, who am I?

I'm a labyrinth of silence, a city of stone, Where stories lie buried, and secrets are sown. I house a population, yet breathe no air, And offer a final, dark, ornate repair.

It starts with a whisper, then grows to a roar, Breaking down peace with a thirst to explore. Men march for glory, but what is it for?