I’m a vessel that’s soft and quite long, Where five little travelers belong. But I often go stray, In the wash, far away, Leaving partners to wonder what’s wrong.

A mythical creature prize for its horn and so elusive its evades us all.

Get rid of my first and last, and I am a computer part that's very expensive at the moment Remove my second, and I go hand in hand with fortune When I'm complete, I surround pictures or paintings

I borrow my glow and spend it each night, A thief of the sun dressed softly in white. I pull at the seas without touching their skin, I wax and I wane as old clocks begin. Named yet unnamed, I vanish by noon. Look up when it’s dark, and you’ll know me soon.

I'm born of orchid, yet lack floral grace, A culinary friend, in time and space. Though plain I seem, my essence is grand, Lending depth to flavors, across the land. What am I?