always near, rarely seen I strip the world of its sheen Even fresh I am not pristine a part of you now left to be

I can speak volumes without saying anything at all, and perhaps I am present when no one hears a tree fall. A vision planted within me still remains and rarely do you find me accompany great pains.

I have wings in the west, but not in the east. I can have five heads or one, have four legs or none. I might hoard wealth high in the mountains, or far below in long forgotten dungeons. I only survive in folktales, but real lizards share my scales.

I am related to water, but I am not hotter. People often chill with me.

I'm everywhere and nowhere, vast but unseen, a silent companion to all that's been. Though I hold worlds together, you can't touch or taste me, yet without me, where would you be?