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When I get closer my tail grows longer, but when I go away my tail leads the way.
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground. It holds pale gems of blue.
I cut through evil like a double edged sword, and chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise, through battles fought with heart and mind, instead of with my gaze.
What can be seen but never found that only hides in the unwound?
What goes up when the rain comes down?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?