Compound word, etched to observe: Mystical inscriptions, beckon magic’s glowing call. Ancient text and symbols, carved in tablets standing tall. A monumental mass, aimed at glory or the fall. First word carves a secret. Second shatters glassy walls.

Some say I'm a device while others takes me with some medicinal meal at a time

A flaky treat I am, Qui, Qui. If you eat me, you'll get hints of something buttery. Pull me apart and I flake. With coffee you can take. What am I?

I seem so small, yet hold it all, from keys to lipstick, great and small. I travel close through day and night, a world contained in stylish sight.

I won't make the Muppets reference, that has already been done a lot. I will, however, ask you to name the vessel that holds liquids in chemistry, cold or hot.