I hold the stars yet weigh no thing, no walls, no floor, no edge, no ring. I stretch beyond what minds can trace, a silent, endless, darkened place. No air to breathe, no sound to hear, yet all you know is resting here. I cradle worlds that drift and race, a boundless void none can embrace

In the garden, I'm a knight cloaked in royal hues, with a soft heart and versatile nature, loved in kitchens worldwide, yet I'm not a king's fruit.

I am a domicile for a loyal companion, often a secondary structure, seldom requiring a mortgage. What am I?

I'm the Atlantic to the ants, A vast and murky sea, To birds I'm an oasis, They drink and bathe in me To children I'm a fun distraction, In which they stomp and play, But to the sun I'm nothing, As it quickly burns me away

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