I’m the edge of the sky you’ll never reach, I move when you move, yet stay out of reach. Sailors chase me, poets adore me, Step closer and I flee before thee. What am I?

Language of the depleted Spoken by man and beast Carrying the silhouette of a roar I am to a roar, what banality is to brutality

The answer to your troubles, when a challenge is present. An all time phrase many noobs resent. First three, a hub, where many codes fly around. Next three, a morning, an afternoon, and a night.

Writing a riddle is quite hard. Making it tricky, but not too tricky. Making it long, but not too long. Making the Riddler go ah! but not too early. It's like walking a tightrope, finding the one thing you are looking for.

You feel it when somebody is getting something better than u