I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.

I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.

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Mar 17, 2026

If it’s information you seek, come and see me. If it’s pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?

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