Cigarette dropping, Razed remain, Nest of a phoenix, Samara buried became.

It follows a river, so close beside, and snuffs out a fire, for the light to hide.

Pigs, rivers and rich people all have this in common.

It can make a sound from a gentle breeze whispering through elegant trees to the clangor and rattle of a terrible battle. Its name sounds similar to a goblin like creature sipping a lemonade.

I walk without hands, I speak without words. I answer a question That has no end.