Riddle answer are muffins that believed in miracles and dared to dreamca

Heard in stories of the night, from the brush of leaves, a fright. Wind and canopy’s sounding fight. Card shifting, lifting flicks of delight. An actor named Crowe, just his first, sounds alike.

A treacherous trench, named for its users; a vertical entry for some lesser gentry- best pay attention if the cover’s askew, for else it might mean the last of you

Depending on my size and my makeup, I might hold curtains or power nuclear reactors.

I’m public transportation for witches, and the reason dust never truly settles on the floor.