A high perch for the curious gaze, where stars dance in a cosmic ballet and secrets of the universe are unveiled through a glass eye.

Weapon. Double edged. Straight to the heart. Up close and personal. Don’t give me that hostile stare.

My first three go with many things: sewing, travel, first aid. My last three hang with my pal right here, not him, don't be dismayed. My middle letter, see now what I am? When used ways to the heart quicken. When I'm all scrambled up? Well, then I simply thicken.

A strange silken creature Chasing a storm With a key on its tail And one metal horn

I can be a tough one to crack. You need tools to open me. No tools? You can always throw me against a wall, not? -just kidding, forget the wall-