Answer:
who do you think you know but sometimes you don't
What weaves webs as they grow?
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
Who lives in a house with one bedroom, 50 hallways, and ghosts lurking everywhere?
In marble halls as white as milk, lined with a skin as soft as silk. Within a fountain crystal-clear. A golden apple doth appear. No doors there are to this stronghold, yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
I can only be played on a windy day