I am a tiny slice, so thin and slight, a narrow shard that catches light. Not whole, not much, just barely there, a little piece of something rare.

I am a word made up of two words, yet they are unrelated to my meaning A world where you have freedom to explore and interact I am a game with no defined goal, and the decision is yours to decide

I make a loud sound when I’m changing. When I do change, I get bigger but weigh less. What am I?

I line the walls, a stoic crowd, Holding treasures, some humbly bowed. While in the quiet corners, I stand so still, Guarding secrets, if you will.

They say the world is round, but I am flat. What am I?