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Covered in stone and sun. It's home to many but also none. What is it?
What is the thing which, once poured out, cannot be gathered again?
I am believed to be only one dimensional, and tinier than anything can be, and there are many who say that I am the basis of all that we see. What am I?
I look at you, you look at me, I raise my right, you raise your left.
What stays the same size no matter how much they weight?
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?