You see me morning or evening, never night, And, at midday also, I take flight. From forty to forty-two degrees, I contain the lengths of all you see. Go where you saw me, i'll be not there. Illusory, shy, yet never square.

I live in a building with more than one hundred tenants Some born here, others raised. I'm one of the three originals The lightest of the heavyweights If needed, I'll help you get your head straight.

I hide behind a row of tiny stars. Without my help, you will not pass.

I am a story, but not of fiction. I speak of presence, through contradiction. I shield the guilty, though I am not a lie, but finding my holes requires a keen eye. What am I?

A bit of land to call my own. A sneaky scheme to take the throne. Find me displaying the natural log, or between pro and epilogue.