Forewards, I manipulate Twisting, conning, spinning Backwards, I'm a path for freight A land based shipping underpinning

My first three watch closely, never blind. My next three keep sharp judgement in mind. My last dwells in water, a cryptid out of sight. Together, I testify and make the truth come to light.

Born of shadow, yet I give voice; silent servant, not by choice. I dance with feathers and lie in wells, where whispered thoughts the vessel tells. I vanish slow or stain with grace, a trace of minds I can't replace. What am I?

I can be laid, but I cannot hatch. People use me to enclose spaces.

One of gold. One of wood. One holds the stones, One weathers the flood.