Transmit tales to terrestrial terminals, casting colors on cold, calculated canvases. Pixels parade in precise patterns, programming perception. Viewing vortex verified.

A child's delight bobbing in the air. A string keeping it from floating anywhere.

This riddle is one more on my belt. Give up, you'll have been taken down one. Get it on, you can put one in your bedpost.

When I try to solve a riddle, I throw everything I have at it: my brains, chickens, shadows, dreams, time, stars, and this thing from the kitchen as well

Children often dip into it and blow. But you wish they'd use it more often on their hands.