I am the hymn of what once was whole, a silent scribe of a vanished soul. I wear the grey of memory’s veil, In death, I speak what life won’t tell. I mark the end, yet still a prize, what name am I, from which phoenix rise?

Magic or science, you can't know for sure. Indulge in my wonders, and you'll never be bored. Given space and time, there must be more. I'm how the universe made it possible to be played on a board.

I grow on creatures, but not on trees. I help some charge and others flee. For beasts, I’ll help protect. For you, a sound I’ll project.

I wield a lance and shining mail, the ocean current guides my tail. What am I?

I have one eye, but I am blind. I leave none but rubble behind. I move swiftly, but cannot run. I consume, but I do not hunger. What am I?