A single glass guardian, perched high with pride, keeps one eye keen while the other hides. A fashion of the past, a lens of the elite. Balanced on the bridge, a vision discreet.

When it's hot outside, dip into me, and splash around with joyful glee. No matter if I'm deep or shallow, as long as there's water in me, life feels mellow.

I am a symbol of French cuisine, but my origins can be traced back to thirteenth century Austria. Making me by hand takes a lot of time.

Orange, round, and carved, Awaiting ghosts and trick or treat, Autumn's glowing smile.

I am the belly of the castle, but I have no hunger. I am a place for the forgotten, yet heroes seek me out for glory. In one world, I am stone, cold, and heavy with chains. In another, I am made of paper, plastic polyhedrals, and a master's voice. I hold the deepest secrets of the king, or the greatest treasures of the dragon. What am I?