Although i am a bit too clear, I'm right in front of you!

I wrestle with fire to awaken the stubborn, I bend what resists and shape what endures. Every strike echoes, forging strength unseen, I turn raw matter into purpose and power. What am I?

I wait in silence with treasure disguise, My surface deceives, a trap for your eyes. Touch me with greed and my hunger you’ll find, a chest that devours both body and mind. What am I?

I can be used as a weapon to whack you in the knee, or exclusive and very fancy. A place you can go to be wild and free, with bottle service and dancing with glee.

Glistening globes, like glittering glass on the breath of the wind flit around. A moment goes by, they silently shatter and leave not a thing to be found.