When not hidden in a box, I am seated in a hole. I only move when you do, and I'm rarely found alone.

A guardian of secrets, Perhaps made of steel, Turns with a click, And treasures are revealed.

I’m made to travel in pairs, yet I’m famous for disappearing alone. I know your shape better than your shoes do. I’m first to meet the cold, last to leave the day. What am I?

I know you don't need me, you always know everything. You're going to put me out of sight, forgetting about me and going wherever you want. But it's ok, I'll be here for you, when you finally admit you're lost and confused. I'll show you the way without judgment.

Food of immortals Feast of deities, out of mortals’ reach Tastes like anything you want it to be