A bird we all know, whose name means winged finger. This has been dead for a very long time, and it starts with a letter not needed. It’s on display all over the world; you just have to go see the exhibit.

With me you can, Make your mark Play the game Take a dive Ride the wave

A blade is lowered into my throat up to the hilt. When it is slid back out, no blood colours its steel. I perform this feat with ease, for I am well practiced.

In this place no one can hear you scream and also devoid of anything we enjoy here on Earth

I can be stolen without being taken, shared without being given, and lost in seconds without ever leaving. What am I?