I am a dusty, gaseous nursery, seeping my tendrils into space. I am observed birthing stars from my grace. Hydrogen and helium are my companions, the remains of dead titans making up my heart.

What is a fruit that you can take away the first letter of and it becomes a crime, you can take away the first two letters and it becomes an animal, and when you take away the first and last letters it becomes a form of music?

I am kin to the sea god, a single-sighted terror, bested by a hero’s clever ruse. A burning spear’s swift sting brought down my mighty power, but for this act N O B O D Y endured the wrath of my father.

I am a family of silicate minerals, combined into a single stone's name. Nephrite's my twin, a part of my fame. Nobels and Emperors coveted my varied hues, though my emerald shades are what they most often choose.

I am a whisper of hope, a phantom glimpsed through a mirage, a verdant deception born of thirst and sun-scorched sky. Though, my reality surpasses all that's dreamed, a life giving respite, where the parched soul is redeemed.