you use it as a door, but it has no handle. it is theoretically possible to create, but nobody knows how to create it.

The more you neglect me, the faster I grow. The more I grow, the less you have.

No blood is spilled upon my field, yet strategy becomes your shield. My court holds thirty-two at start, each sworn to play a subtle part. With bishops bent and castles true, the fate of kings lies up to you.

I am the shape absence wears, a throne with no king. I echo unspoken thought and vanish when questioned. I swallowed stars and speak through silence. Framed by all things, named by none.

I never was. I am always to be. No one ever saw me, or ever will, and yet I am the confidence of all who live.