Without my first, I cover shiny skulls. Without my first and second, I'm an abbreviation, I guess. And as a whole, I'm a small, young part of the lungs of the world.

The stone is darker than midnight, it may be carved with marbled white stories. Made for strength and protection, this geological darkness is also a Pokemon.

In the green garment of the earth, I rise with a gentle grace, a natural knoll nudging the sky, where wanderers rest and winds whisper tales.

In an alternative view, the earth pushes you away yet pulls you right back.

I make perfect pours, I prevent little spills, I send things downward with ease. I'm a little spider, and weave a neat web, am often referred to as these.