I was Born in a factory, Close to a funnel. Water travels through me vertically, as if I’m a tunnel. I guess you could describe me as a tall circle. And I come in all colors. Yes, even purple.

I am at the beginning of eternity, the end of time and space, the beginning of every end, and the end of every place.

I might be a defect, I might be to blame or a line on the Earth, but the word is the same. What am I?

I resemble a hurricane, but I do not blow. You can spin with me.

A passage of water connecting the sea, Or what you would be when returning safely. A mind that’s healthy, A sleep that’s top tier, A sensible choice, Tell me, what do you hear?