In the old kingdom, twenty meters I rose. Cursed be the vandals who chopped off my nose. Thankfully my destruction was left incomplete. You can still come and see me: king of man, king of beasts.

You may be quick to throw me away. I come by means of web. I come by means of can. Some may think of me as a delicacy.

You can see it if it's dirty, But don't touch it if you're clumsy. If it's broken, also take care, Now answer: if you melted a beach, what'd you get?

Sometimes I have strings, sometimes I have gills. I can be an instrument, or something you put on the grill.

worlds where your senses are made to deceive, as you grasp what you see, it's only imaginary. no matter your scenery, be careful your step, as even as the ground looks level, you might take a frightful fall.