A persona to maintain online anonymity. A facial accessory at a fancy dance. Encryption to obscure the key. Or a green-skinned curse if you take that chance.

A door before doors, in the open controversy comes before my name is spoken I even have my own kind of community a famous game that ends with three

A glassy dome, life thrives inside, Where soil and plants in harmony abide. A world contained within a shell, Nature's microcosm, a verdant spell.

Caw me what you will. I pry when your arms can’t fulfill. A straight-lined bird on a stool, with a drink from a still.

This can be made with strings in multiple ways. It can wake you at night, or send shuttles by day. All that precedes it, when it comes to the sound. Over net it assists, spiking round to the ground.