It starts with a thought. There's a cat in me. Put a particle, and it dies. Or so you think. You can't see it, but the states... there are two, both at once. I'll ask you this one time... what am I?

Lightweight craft, powered by oar. Humans get in, watch me soar.

I’m a label, a game, and a trace, Attached to your name in a digital space. What am I, rhyming with brag?

I speak without words, Point true while you spin in doubt. I love no one place, Yet swear by north alone. Trust me, and you’ll be found.

I’m winter’s dodgeball, cold, round, and launched with intent.