I linger in the halls, after the original sound. Reverberating around, repeating the sound, slowly drifting to a silent bound.

What do you call a deer that has no eyes?

I visit only twice a year, yet never stay for long. I crown the summer’s longest day, and winter’s briefest dawn.

When you reach a certain streak on Reddit you are suggested to go outside and touch me. This is also what you need to do if you lose your sense of reality. If you line me in an Easter basket I'm generally plastic and colorful. Going to a public place? Don't walk on me.

I am a land where trees refuse to grow Yet life still dances quietly below My soil stays locked in icy sleep While hidden roots their secrets keep In summer I soften just enough to bloom With tiny colors that chase the gloom But do not trust my gentle face For winter will reclaim this place I stretch across the northern crown Where biting winds will not back down A frozen desert some may say Though life survives in its own way What am I