In the land of fuzzy clouds and whispering trees, secrets hide behind every corner.
What has keys but can't open locks?
Once upon a time, or maybe two times ago, in a room painted with sunshine, a voice asked...
I can fly without wings. I can cry without eyes. Wherever I go, darkness flies...
Close your eyes, listen closely, and perhaps you'll hear the riddles of old.
The more you take, the more you leave behind. What am I?