Everything can create me, but nothing can see me. I can pass great distances at speed, but the further i go, the weaker i get.

When the group of fishes crowd together and where they hang at

Using just four tiny letters, I can write more about you than anyone could read in a decade.

Beyond the day, before the dark, I leave a silent, fading mark. A sacred pause, a spectral hue, Where ancient tales might still ring true. They say in me, the unseen walk, And whispers from the past can talk. What am I?

When you stop to look, you can always see me. But if you try to touch me, you can never feel me. Although you walk towards me, I remain the same distance from you.