I’m brown and hairy, but not an animal. I’m filled with water, but I never drink.

By night I wander through your head, by day I lead the path you tread. One fades with dawn, one pushes far, what am I that guides who you are?

I'm green at the start. Halfway through I'm mostly red with dark freckles. By the end, I'm often smiles of green, white, then red.

A Mundane tool that is so common it's silly. But in the right hands it will fly willy-nilly.

They can be Happy They can be birth. They can be dark. They can be cake. They can even be ones that will go down in infamy. But they come one at a time and you never get them back, so don’t waste them.