We were the next big thing before AI, even though we dealt with the very small. Our dad was Richard Feynman. Take half of Mork’s greeting, but change the u to o. Next is a type of bro. Follow with the abrrev. For a city known for jazz. Add a piece of a tree, then that is, then the letter that pluralizes things.

If planted in the ground, flowers spring from me. But when activated in the air, only light blooms from me.

First is a thing that is held-a concert or gala-a word that covers both or substitutes for either. Second lies in the distance, forever sought, but never reached, no matter how far you go. Put together, I am the edge of a black hole-the point from which light can no longer escape.

A silent opera of the jaw, opening wide like a lazy lion's roar, contagious as a giggle, yet not a sound is heard. An unspoken call to rest, yet the day is just beginning.

Guardians of borders, they shape the dance of goods and gold. Invisible tolls that sway the global waltz, influencing the price of what crosses the sea.