Oh boy, oops, I mean oh my. Not very PC of me to assume you’re a guy. I know, I know, I’m treading thin ice here, I say one more thing, I’ll know your opinion, clear. I’m not trying to argue and understand what’s at stake, just leading you to the answer. A unique, cold, falling. . .

Im somethings horses can eat, but is served to you wet. Some prefer me with honey or fruits and some wouldn't eat me. Even in death.

I’m made of many materials; most notably gold or pearl. I’m used to gain entry. I can also be an ending to words to indicate a scanda, like water or Iran.

I have a thin body and a thirsty head of hair I spend my life dipping into rainbows but I never really care I can bring memories to life and even recreate the dead Though I have no mouth I can bleed the colour red

My essence is of life, yet can choke the living. My existence is omnipotent yet can be more valuable than sterling. I can catch ablaze yet can smother my flames. I can be dirty black or crystal clear, and my purity would remain the same.