I'm related to a branch or a switch, But the only game you'll play with me hurts. There's a model with my name and an added -gy. Me and berries go way back.

I stand where forests lose their weight, where giants fall to measured fate. I sing in teeth, a hungry choir, turning timber into more.

I am a clock that hates the dark, dependent on the sunlight’s mark.

Golden warmth it breathes, Under rainbows, luck's embrace, Whispers heat to chill.

I am a boundary with no wall, A door with no hinges, A keeper of light and secrets. When I part, another world appears.