"Riddles are like socks, sometimes lost in the dryer of existence. Here, a riddle for the wearer of the hidden mysteries."
The Riddle:
"I am not a ship, yet I sail. I have no desires, yet I wail. What am I?"
Answer: Squawk of the Barnacle Genie
Simplistic, eye-roll worthy, perhaps? But like chocolate, good in small, sometimes confusing doses.