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What kind of room has no windows or doors?
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
I don't think or eat or slumber. Or move around or fear thunder. Just like you I look the same but I can't harm you or be your bane.
Three little letters. A paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
Never alive but practically extinct. How we miss the letters pressing the ribbon of ink. What is it?
I can only be played on a windy day