we show the way to those stray, we make the dark of void bit gray. from faraway you watch and thus, you always see a past version of us. no gears, no sail, though we run on fuel, we carry so much like unworldly mules

I wear no chains and walk with pride. My cloak is striped, my strength doesn't hide. Rarely seen, but certainly heard. What am I born for, stealth and rush?

I grow on creatures, but not on trees. I help some charge and others flee. For beasts, I’ll help protect. For you, a sound I’ll project.

I wield a lance and shining mail, the ocean current guides my tail. What am I?

Soft as velvet, golden as the sun, juicy and sweet, a summer treat begun. Often paired with cream, making a delightful dream.