I am an armoured army of thousands, standing on a single leg and blindly chasing a golden god. When youth leaves me, my neck stiffens into a permanent morning prayer, and my heavy head bows to yield a bounty of black-and-white shields. What am I?

I was built to fly, yet someone insists on holding me back.

This Muppet scientist might use these when he's doing his experiments

Crunching loudly under foot, this stoney mix renders stealth moot.

Every once in a while you venture to this lair to conjure tools long forgotten. In this most magical place you can find your past neatly tucked away. This dark eerie place gives me the creeps. Maybe that's why it's far from the sunlight and buried so deep.