In the heart of stone and shadow, where warriors lose their way, A twisted path of ancient echoes, where no straight sword may sway. Conquer this maze, the prize is yours to claim, Here the fierce and bold may wander, seeking glory and fame.

A little sun in an orange gown, I hide sweet moons when peeled down. In fragrant curls, my secrets gleam, Each juicy slice a citrus dream. Easy to open, bright and sweet, A pocketful of sunshine you can eat. What am I?

I wear a coat that's hard and brown, But crack me open, treasures are found. My brain has wrinkles, yet I can’t think, And squirrels may hide me near the brink. What am I?

Home to all of your bedtime stuff, or tshirts and shorts. When you slide this object out, hopefully it stays on course!

Have you ever seen an ice cream cone? Now imagine its shape, I'm not a clone. With me, your words reach far and wide. Choose the direction, they're amplified.