I have fangs that bite with piercing force, a gaping maw that never eats. My power lies in a simple click, bringing order to chaos, what a feat!

I am a painted promise, a silent siren's call, born of pigments and wax, yet I rise and fall. I adorn a canvas of flesh, a fleeting masterpiece, consumed by kisses, yet reborn with each new release.

I am a dusty, gaseous nursery, seeping my tendrils into space. I am observed birthing stars from my grace. Hydrogen and helium are my companions, the remains of dead titans making up my heart.

I am a family of silicate minerals, combined into a single stone's name. Nephrite's my twin, a part of my fame. Nobels and Emperors coveted my varied hues, though my emerald shades are what they most often choose.

I have one lens, but see the world in two. I magnify, yet am not a telescope's view. I perch upon a face, a singular display, a sign of elegance, or perhaps a bygone day.