A peaceful dance behind closed curtains, where time stands still and dreams take flight, while the world whispers hush.

Whether of cloth or of space, I am what holds things together.

This tool will do some damage to your nuts if thrown at them. Otherwise, they’re the right tool for the job, no pain involved. Righty righty, lefty loosey

Press a button and I return, a phrase, a chorus, a lesson to learn. I follow endings with a new start what am I, a looping part?

Planted in dirt, I grow your greens, Laced through stories, I twist and turn, Outlaws will hatch me behind the scenes, Trace my points and the truth you'll learn.