Ships that fly through the cosmos-we once began afloat on oceans, in ages gone by. Businesses use me as a name for small, for-profit entities; the same word as the ships apply. Stolen by a rental agency-one far too large for my name to justify.

Crafted from trees, their strings sing tales of great concertos and whisper in orchestras, yet never utter a single word.

I'm actually categorized as a berry, Domesticated from the wild nightshade, kind of scary! My cousins are chili peppers and tomatoes, I'm also related to a regular potato. I'm known best by my purple skin, Learn how to cook me, it'll be a win!

The first word is the end-something every living thing must face. The second is high in the sky-we see one by day, and countless by night. Put them together, and only two were made: monstrous things built to destroy, both great and small.

Time's running out... Okay, stop! Just wait a minute... Hold on... A bit longer... Okay, you may proceed! Go ahead, solve the riddle... Time's running out...