Answer:
I am always around you but often forgotten. I am pure and clean most of the time, but occasionally rotten. What am I?
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
I row quickly with four oars, but never come out from under my own roof. What am I?
You heard me before and then again. Afterward I die until you call me again.
I may seem real but it always turns out I was never there in the first place... you only see me during a certain resting stage.
What made Cyclops quit teaching?