I have been shelter for many a creature, but I do not have an important feature. I am known for my darkness and sometimes mountain locations..

I’m wielded by hands but not for crafting art. One form tills the soil, while the other may break hearts. What am I?

I wear a cap but have no head, I sleep in earth, my leafy bed. Though small and round, I hold great might one day I'll grow to touch the light.

I tell the time, but don’t tick or tock, I use the sun to make my mark. By day I’m helpful, by night I rest, What am I, at nature's behest?

Cloaked in silver, I ride the sky, a goddess with a watchful eye. Sister to the sun’s fierce flame, in legends old, I earned my name. I guide the hunt, I bless the night, with silent steps and borrowed light.