Named for a beauty of old Rome am I, My feet in the earth, my face to the sky. I live with no mind, with no heart, with no breath, But those I devour will know darkness, then death.

Everything can create me, but nothing can see me. I can pass great distances at speed, but the further i go, the weaker i get.

When you stop to look, you can always see me. But if you try to touch me, you can never feel me. Although you walk towards me, I remain the same distance from you. What am I?

I cannot talk, but I always reply when spoken to. What am I?

Spirits of the night, we guide with light. We burn bright, illuminating the skies with our might.