I have been alluded to all throughout the eons and the tomes of the past. The people of the planet have called me many things, a sign of a god, or destruction, or both. However, I simply flash by, resigned to my fate as I dissolve.

In the morning I start to get dressed. In the day, my rustling garments cover me. In the evening, I blush and undress. In the cold night, I sleep bare.

I'm fragile and round, with a shell delicately bound; I crack open to reveal a golden treasure inside. What am I?

I am sometimes a cute animal, but I am not fast. You might sin when you act on me.

I am related to plants and the fortunes of love, but I am not tea leaves. People often confuse a portion of a vehicle with me.